The Fruits Of My Madness Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In my madness
I refused to accept the slice of reality given to me
I could not fit myself inside the classroom of life
It was just full of theories and gibberish
I needed something transcendental
Not the stuff that decays with time
The theories were all time and space-dependent
I wanted something which was timeless and space-less
I was thirsty to rediscover my true self
And drink from the river of my being
I knew it was a perilous journey
I faced so many obstacles
Laid down by the hands of Man
In his pursuit to hide the Truth
He turned everyone into followers
The spirit was discarded
And the entrance to the spiritual realm shut
It was a perfect plan
But it did not envision the presence of seekers, dreamers
And Lovers inside the house of humanity
Inside my madness,
I vomited all the substance of acquired knowledge
Removed all identities, attachments and expectations from my spirit
And remained holding only to my true self
In this way, I was liberated from the gibberish
I was left to float inside my own madness
I was finally on my way home
I started the consumption of Silence
Emptied all of my thoughts, emotions and experiences
I became the molecule of nothingness
Totally free to indulge in the ways of the phantasmal
I am now a fully-fledged Lover, Dreamer and Seeker
I seek only after the Light of God
I dream only about unconditional Love
I Love to Love and be loved
The substance of my being is my tabernacle
An altar to pray and praise the living God
God is the Truth

©Kenneth Maswabi