Weaving

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