The Seed Of Spiritual Knowledge Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

There is no language that disperses meaning
More than the language of the heart
It's not the school of spirituality
Or the classroom of knowledge
That will give you the seed of spiritual knowledge
It's the unbuttoned state of the heart
That will allow you to drink
From the bowl of the spirit
It's the amazing waters of the spirit
That are full of knowledge
It's not knowledge about the physicality of our being
It's the fibre of consciousness
Submerged in our inner being
That gives us clarity
To discern through the contents of life
And pour hope, faith and love into our being
It's the beauty of the spirit
That will guide the path of life
And mould the inner structure of being
Inside the palm of your heart
You will be invited
To hold silence in your heart
And consume the contents of madness
Drawing from the well of life
Your spiritual thirstiness will be quenched
Undressed of your ego
You will be dressed with nothing but the garment of Love
You will then hold the seed of spiritual knowledge in your being
And be guided into the garden of hope
It's here where your faith will be tested
Bursting out of the hard cocoon of the self
You will be a seedling in the house of existence
Emerging from the solid ground of mystery
You will be the root, the stem and the branches
Bearing the fruits of the spirit
Holding the bowl of existence
Firmly planted in the everlasting realm of life
You will be the tree of Life
Love is the seed of spiritual knowledge

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