Poem: Madness
Many have placed themselves at the centre of the current constructed reality
Embracing the ever expanding science of materialism
Rejecting the voice of the spirit within their hearts
It’s madness to sit comfortably on the front seat of reality
When yesterday has been permanently deleted from the face of time
And tomorrow sits on the waiting list of the ever elusive reality
It’s not certain that tomorrow will come
Unless you have put on the garment of the spirit
And allowed hope to be your guide
It’s only the spirit that goes beyond time
And peeps into the everlasting realm
Humanity has been fooled
By the ever expanding field of technology
And abandoned their hard-wired intuitions
It’s true that consciousness is the architect of our reality
Only consciousness can paint our world with either bright or dull colours
Sorrow or joy, tears or laughter
Space-Time has no say in the construction of our reality
It’s an illusion that we have been feeding on for a long time
Madness is when we swallow the pill of science whole
And find ourselves totally entangled to the material world
We are forever spiritual beings
That will forever live in the “Now”
And have hope, faith and love as our guiding posts
We are forever empty of any material content/inheritance
Fully clothed in the nothingness of the spirits
When all is said and done
Let us put on the garment of the spirit
And fall into the mouth of Silence or the hands of prayer
This is where we will find renewal
We will find hope in the land of nothingness
We will find faith in the realm of the spirit
We will embrace each other with unconditional Love
©Kenneth Maswabi
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