Kenneth Maswabi
Believe it or not
I am a servant of the Poetic
Spirit
Unlike most Poets, I am
clueless about who or what Poetry is
I have never seen her
contours or silhouette
I don't even know her roots
or origin
But she is always sending me
on errands
She is very nice to me
I am always eager to complete
her tasks
I don't usually ask questions
And I will never betray her
She is my spacial master and
I will never jeopardize our relationship
Our companionship is based on
the deepest spiritual connections
We love each other
Believe it or not
I struggle with her
conditions sometimes
She needs me to be still
To quieten my body, mind and
soul
To drink from the river of
living water
To undress my egoistic
tendencies
And address the whole world
in clarity and wisdom
Regardless of my mental
capabilities
She wants me to deliver these
messages in a clear and understandable way
Not to confuse anyone but to
bring peace to everyone
She wants humanity to know
her sacred roots
To embrace her
vulnerabilities and
To know that unconditional
Love is the only Way
Poetry is not a person, she
is beyond logic
I can only communicate with
her through Silence
This is the universal and
eternal language
Poetry is beyond beautiful,
her presence is therapy to my whole being
Her words are medicine and
food to my soul
Believe it or not
The poetic spirit is a real
phenomenon
Deep inside our being
Listen to the Silence within
©Kenneth Maswabi
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