Like An Intruder

I am not interested in ripples Nor am I afraid of falling apples I am attracted by Silence Enjoy stepping into the quietness of my being Like an intruder, I have to find my way inside the Silence Look inside the cubicle of my existence And search for the hidden mystery Like an intruder, I must enter the unknown And go into the secret chamber Where I will find the treasures that I seek Like an intruder, I am not a guest Nor am I a pest, I am a secret Inside the realm of the spirit I hide not my heart but my footsteps Silence is my companion and my guide I and Silence are woven together into an empty bowl (humility) That carries nothingness as a gift to the unknown Inside the unknown, nothingness represents us The past, present and future wrapped together Mind, body and soul melted into one spirit (Love) Inside the spirit, we are not intruders We are the fibre of eternity Here, we can undress ourselves and become poems This is the mystery of being (existence) Our beauty is poetry and poetry is found inside us all The unknown is the source of our true selves These poems are pieces of us ©Kenneth Maswabi