Nomadic Revelation Poem by Masa MbathaOpasha

NOMADIC REVELATION



There is a charismatic illusion
In moving from place to place
Changing sceneries’ sensation of time
A feeling of continuous newness
An eternity at a bazaar price
Real life is only that which we see
It’s great not to belong anywhere
To constantly feel infinity
On the skin as a cosmic rain
Revitalizing ancient living dreams
There is no freedom
equal to that of not owning anything
living face to face
with the fleeting moment
flowing with the wind
enjoying the freshness of nothingness
carrying the riches on the nude bodies
a nice way to pretend that aging doesn’t exist
a beautiful method to resist the passing of time
and the eventual coming of death as a friend!