Weaving Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Like a basket full of threads
I am a continuous mystery
A pastry of delicious poems
A tasty meal of the spirit
I am a weaver of nothingness
On the scaffold of existence
I paste my emptiness
A taste of my solitary madness
Silence is my unbroken thread
Treading the path of the unknown
I am only following the path of the needle (Light)
As it pierces the fabric of existence
I am a servant of the spirit
Totally enveloped in nothingness
My heart is like a broken piece of life
In need of mending and polishing
I have to pick up myself
And make a portrait of life
It is not easy to dwell in the land of Man
Everything is blasted with a price tag
I want to share my priceless stories
In the open sky of your heart
Don't judge yourself if you don't understand
The dimensionless realm is not a place like yours
It is a timeless phenomenon
An abundance of pure Love
Makes me draw from the sacred river of life
In my attempt to quench your thirst
It is the substance of my being
Displayed inside each and every poem
Touch every line and feel the smoothness of every thread
This is the true essence of Life
To be free inside the cubicle of life
Not inhabited or inhibited by material illusions, scientific theorem
Or possessed by religious dogma
You have to weave your own spiritual path
Fight to know and understand your true self
This is the way of the spirit

©Kenneth Maswabi