Traveling Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I have travelled the celestial route
In the thicket of the winter months
Through the harsh cosmic snow
I have been to the summit of the universe
It's a night sky like no other
All the cosmic giants were present
Wearing their glittering and glamorous outfits
They are the sons and daughters of the universe
Pouring their light into the night sky
It was a celebration of the infinite night
A celestial opera

I have travelled into the substance of imagination
It's a world with no weather
Every particle of light is self-assembled just for you
Every drop of rain is poured on the surface of your being
It's a place of wonder and magical spells
Beauty is created in a blink of an eye
And stories are drawn on the canvas of the mind
There are no thorns to prick your skin
It's a smooth world of hyperreality
Everything is sewn together in an instant
To please your roving eye

I have travelled to the realm of dreams
The fabric of reality is continuously changing
A smooth surface is not what it seems
A murky road can lead to the palace
A body of water can be trampled upon
The substance of reality is easily moulded
It's a far more advanced world
Superimposing our known reality with magic
To produce a land of dreams

I have travelled inwards
Into the substance of nothingness
The sky is made up of Silence
There is no day or night
Every step is sacred
Every voice is divine
It's a supernatural world
Where fear is absent
And the pillars of hope are made of light
It's a magnificent place
It's the most beautiful of all worlds
Beauty is not sewn on the fabric of reality
Beauty is reality
It's impossible to be alone
Because aloneness is a gathering of all
And togetherness is refined to make solitude
It's a peaceful world
It's a realm of Love

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