This Pen Is Sacred To Me

It is not made up of extravagant feelings Or tumultuous emotions Oozing from an oversized ego This pen is sacred to me Because it is made from nothingness No solid particles of elementary chemistry Or broken pieces of biological ligaments This pen is submerged into the substance of being Tasting and measuring the conditions inside the heart When the contours of emptiness are breached And the fabric of existence is touched A bounty of miraculous events happens The mind is fine tuned to receive the vibrations of Silence The body is dipped in an unknown form of hypnosis The soul is freed from the shackles of physicality Into the vastness of the everlasting realm This is the evisceration of the spirit The substance of Faith, Hope and Love It is the beauty of spirituality That is displayed on the canvas of being This pen speaks about Love, Consciousness and humanity Not to pinpoint gaps in our meshwork of mindsets But to open the realm of knowing And illuminate the Truth Love is the receptacle On which we can build our relationships Consciousness is the fibers and contours of our relationships Humanity is the perfect cord that binds us together Faith helps us to understand the realm of the spirit Hope is the pedestal on which we can dream This pen is a compass that leads us back to our true selves ©Kenneth Maswabi