Poem: The ripples

In the stillness of the moonlight

There are no ripples

To hide the serenity of the night

In the calmness of the sea

There are no ripples

To disturb the peaceful face of existence

In the realm of the spirit

Stillness is cultivated

To remove all ripples

And undress the voice of Silence

It’s the ripples that hide the Truth

It’s the ripples that obliterate the peace

It’s the ripples that erases the harmony

It’s the ripples that closes the door

Take some time away from the ripples of life

Let your body, mind and soul

Submerge in the stillness of the spirit

It’s then that you will know the taste of silence

©Kenneth Maswabi