Dreams And Spiritual Pathfinders Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It's been a while
Since I stood on top of the world
Not to boast and peel off my clothes
But to peer into the viscera of life
It's possible to stand high up in the sky
And pour your soul into the bowl of existence
It's through the most intense dreams
That I become the filament in the sky
And everything is clearly defined
It's this bird's eye view of life
That shapes my perspective
And paves my spiritual path
Dreams are not the creation of a sleeping brain
Dreams are portals to the inner realms of consciousness
Dreams are forever encapsulating the journey of the spirit
In the stillness of the body and mind
The spirit escapes its physical abode
To wander into the heavens
Through this out of body experiences
The spirit pours its ancient knowledge
Into the vessel of life
It's only for those who seek after the truth
Possessing the ability to unlock the realm of dreams
And drink from the sacred waters of the spirit
It's only those who have woken up inside a dream
Embellished with the most sacred knowledge
Those who have stood on top of the world
Peering into the vastness of the eternal awareness
They are the spiritual warriors who have opened the sacred veil of knowledge
And lifted the curtain of knowing
The seekers, dreamers, lovers and mystics
All those who knowingly entered the chamber of mystery
Not out of curiosity or selfishness
But out of hope, faith and Love
Those who walked the path of light
And discovered the gift of dreaming
They are the true spiritual pathfinders

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