This poem is the substance of the canvas of poetry.
Poem: The Canvas of Poetry
On the pathways of life
There are no signposts for poetry to follow
Because the canvas of poetry is within us
Our thoughts, emotions and universe
Our perceptions, illusions and delusions
Our fears, tears and spears (violence)
All of our struggles and victories
Are part of the whole story of poetry
We fall in love and we fall apart
We trip and we fall in our everyday chaos
Busy schedules and timelines are our oppressors
Taking us away from the canvas of poetry
The ever elusive moment of success
Takes us to the worst forms of ourselves
Conniving with the gods of materialism
We find ourselves wrapped in golden moments
Inside the chambers of selfishness and hopelessness
Away from our true selves
We are tempted by the many tastes of life
And we find ourselves entangled in despair and loneliness
Our desires have led us astray so many times
We have now normalized the lies, deceit and wickedness
In our bid to rise beyond our true self
We have constructed the matrix of reason
Inflating our egos to the point of madness
We have trampled on the fabric of our being many times
And now it is almost impossible for some to recognize their true selves
The canvas of poetry is a mirror where we can connect with the path of Light
And be in the presence of the substance of our being
We can consume Silence and find ourselves face to face with emptiness
We can empty ourselves of all the vile and embrace our nakedness
We can retrace our footsteps and fall into the fabric of our existence
We can follow the path of Light into the realm of nothingness
The canvas of poetry is a place for reflections and awareness
A beautiful garden of peace, happiness and Love
The canvas of poetry is the fabric of unconditional Love
The canvas of poetry is God
©Kenneth Maswabi
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