Poem: The bowl of poetry
In the cosmic language
There is no time for reality
Because reality is a process of consciousness
It’s outside our realm of consciousness
That intergalactic pilgrims are assembled
Massive asteroids are sent forth
To the edges of the known worlds
To pour light into the blackboard of space
And illuminate the hidden foreign particles of knowledge
Mathematical equations that hover above the fabric of understanding
Are needed to produce adequate room for the next voyage
It’s total madness but yet it’s all logical
For a senseless stone (asteroid) to follow a certain path
Obeying all the rules of the universe
Disregarding the protruding eyes of consciousness
To dip themselves in the cold pool of mystery
Maybe it’s true that we have a limited surface of understanding
Choosing to constrain the filaments of logic inside our limited vision
Maybe logic is not the foundation of the universe
It’s a complicated set of mathematical theorems
That will finally annihilate the founding principles of mathematics
And make way for a better concept
That is based in the infinite structure of consciousness
The bowl of poetry contains the heart of consciousness
It’s true poets are continuously pouring themselves into the fabric of consciousness
To try and decode the hidden meaning of reality
Throughout history, poets have illuminated the madness behind logic
Pushing for the collective consciousness
To openly adopt a more inclusive definition of reality
©Kenneth Maswabi
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