I, The Spirit Poet Speaks In Silence Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It's not uncommon
For me to speak in Silence
As my mind, body and soul are licensed
To dwell in the realm of emptiness
Every so often, I find myself completely surrounded by nothingness
My spirit comfortably resting in the palm of existence
The fibre of my being poured on the carpet of life
All of my life totally absorbed by the fabric of existence
In all my imaginations and dreams
I have never found comfort in the realm of sound
My peace comes from my complete disappearance
As I am a molecule of nothingness
I have not much to say
All my words are deflated
And my Silence is inflated
It's not uncommon
For me to receive words
Out of the empty skies of Silence
And make a shower of poems
It's the emptiness of my being
That hold the key to the world of poetry
In the habitat of my being
Only Silence is allowed to roam
I have stopped chasing after thoughts
All thoughts have been removed
Not because of the ongoing renovations
But because my body, mind and soul are bricks
Inside the realm of the spirit
I have accepted my place
Inside the vastness of nothingness
I, the spirit poet speaks in Silence

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