Love Is The Perfection Of The Spirit Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In the realm of poetry
It is common to sit alone
Not because one is a loner
But because silence is a mirror
That reflects the deepest part of the heart
And opens the doorway to the Soul
It is through this mysterious path
That one finds the courage
To come face to face with his (her)Ego
It is through this encounter
That one is liberated or imprisoned for life
Unless you undress yourself of the Ego
You cannot go further
Into the realm of the spirit
This is the abode of the illuminated light
Everything is shredded
And dissolved
Into nothingness
The spirit becomes one
And the union is complete
And this is what we call Love
Love is the perfection of the spirit
Love is the highest form of existence