The Wiseman From Africa

In many stories, you never hear of this man or woman He is subdued and oftentimes neglected He has no hordes of photographers to follow him Like a burning tree, he will perish with his secrets His seeds will be obliterated by the fire of obscurity There is something interesting about wisdom It never chooses a certain place or location Its nest is already present in all of us But there are certain conditions that need to prevail Before the mystery of wisdom can start to lay its sacred eggs The Wiseman from Africa is one of those poems Where the mystery is folded in an enigma To break it open, you don't need hands You need spiritual eyes to see the latch on its forehead There are no words inscribed on it though It's the prescription of Silence that gives it away The Wiseman from Africa has found the portal of mysteries No other academic description can describe his new found state of awareness It's not born out of the open canvas of the African wilderness Or distilled from the natural African herbs It is the most abundant phenomenon in all of the Universe That pervades his body, mind and soul Conquering every one of his senses Silence is the key to this enigma It has no explanation or root cause It's not a disease or birthmark Silence is the garment that opens every avenue of wisdom And the Wiseman from Africa has found its nest Usually, it builds its nest in Eastern philosophies Or in ancient Greek mythologies But this time, it did not want an old sacred bowl Or a piece of ancient wood It settled for a common log, where it ignited its sacred fire Like a Phoenix, it has to rise out of its own ashes And occupy the fabric of existence Silence, Wisdom and Africa are not usually mentioned in one template But the dawn of enlightenment began in Africa It is an ancient place, full of mysteries, most of them hidden under the sand dunes of the kalahari and Sahara deserts Some of them swallowed by the passing of time The Wiseman from Africa is not a pure coincidence or a political masquerade It is a taste of all things possible, a real journey of life To all of humanity, God gives gifts, but it is the neglected gift that holds the key to Mankind's Spiritual Awakening Listen to the Wiseman from Africa It's a poem about Nothingness, Consciousness and illumination Thank you