My Poetic Nest Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Recently, I visited my poetic nest
This is a sacred place of my re-birth
Every time I come here
My spirit is lifted up into the heavens
And my heart is filled with both tears and ecstasy
It is a place up on the higher branches of consciousness
Where the world is held in complete awe
And humanity is a place of absolute beauty
It is in this poetic nest where I have given birth to myself
Encapsulated on the canvas of poetry
I have allowed my inner being to be known
And let all my fears be dissolved
On this branch of consciousness,
I have enjoyed an atmosphere of clarity
And consumed a lot of Silence
It is on this tree of life that my dreams are displayed
And my thoughts extinguished
As I dive deep into the realm of the spirit
To be inside the aloneness
To be the only fibre of existence
I have to shed all my life experiences
And be the tabernacle of being
I have to present the completeness of being
To the Host of all beings
I have to be nothingness
In the presence of the eternal Light
To be emptiness, in the bowl of existence
I have to be the Silence within
Inside the womb of life
My poetic nest is not a place
It is a state of being
It is beyond the dimension of time and space
It is the pedestal of hope
The home of unconditional Love
The abode of God

©Kenneth Maswabi