Confessions

I have a small secret Hidden under this poem Don't look under the message Just find the hidden code It's not a Da Vinci kind of code It's a thin layer of simplicity That pervades each and every sentence I am not gifted with languages Whatever language you may teach me I am going to struggle My language is Silence Here I am a master I can speak the whole day Not even a word will I say But the message will be clear I have no more words To add to the substrate of life I have only Silence To pour onto the fabric of being It's not the Wikipedia kind of knowledge That bathes my mental faculties It's the language of the unknown That helps me to go beyond imagination Into the realm of nothingness It's not the magical words Fully loaded with charms Or complexities It's the simplicity of every word That will get rid of your fear And fill you with hope Sometimes it's the absence of logicality That submerges us into emptiness Allowing our body, mind and soul to heal Don't hold on each and every syllable And try to imitate the professors or academicians Poetry is a substance That oozes from our inner being We can only drink From the richness of its nectar We cannot alter its fabric It's a gift That goes beyond our everyday mindsets It's a gigantic sky That is folded inside our being Poetry found me When language was my embarrassment And taught me to be still So that I can drink From the river of life It's not what you know That's important It's what's within That will give you happiness, peace and Love Find yourself Embrace your emptiness Submerge yourself in the unknown Be the fabric of poetry Be the sky of eternity And let your rain pour down Into the substrate of life ©