Poem: Silence
Silence is not a cup of coffee
Not measured by its flavour
Or the number of cups consumed
Those who seek after the truth consume Silence
It’s is a meal for dreamers, seekers and lovers
And those who have left their material pursuits
Foraging faraway in the outskirts of consciousness
It’s for the sons and daughters of light
Those who walk the path of certainty
Clearly enveloped by the intensity of their search
They are drawn to the table of Silence
To nourish the garden of their spirit
And cultivate a rich spiritual appetite
That will lead them on
To the tabernacle of truth
It’s the deep sensation of the spirit
Awakened by the movement of Silence
In our innermost being
That holds our mind, body and soul still
Submerging us into the ocean of nothingness
As we place our worldly bodies
Onto the altar of Love
We are transformed into heavenly beings
Spiritual entities that are made of emptiness
Our body, mind and soul folded into oneness
We rise beyond the natural realm
Into the vastness of the eternal Light
Our faith, hope and Love fully displayed
Our eyes closed and our ears folded
Our path illuminated
We are now residents of the vast ocean of awareness
The abode of the Holy Spirit
It’s here where we find ourselves
Totally naked except for the garment of Love
We have arrived on the pedestal of existence
The vastness of our being unveiled
The ocean of Love is the Truth
That we sought with all our hearts
It’s pure bliss
That inhabits our being
We are the fabric of Love
Love is our everlasting freedom
©
Kenneth Maswabi
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