This poem is the canvas of the sacred knowledge.
Poem: The sacred knowledge
I have come across so many pieces of knowledge
Some are as dry as the dry river bed
Not even birds can visit anymore
Even twigs are well informed
Carrying all the beautiful nutrients
To feed the masses
The sacred knowledge is brimming with life
It’s the kind of knowledge that does not die
Passed from generation to generation
The raindrop knows its way
Not guided by any curriculum
It comes carrying life
In its fearlessness, it knows not pain
Death is not a part of its path
As it transverses the firmaments
It has only one goal
To satiate life and make its way back to the ocean
It might take long but its mission is not impossible
The sacred knowledge is found in every vessel of life
It’s not the sweetness that defines it
It’s the boldness of its message
That invigorates life
Nourishing the spirit
The sacred knowledge is gathered from the realm of emptiness
Not as a way of achieving excellence
But as a sacrifice inside the bowl of existence
The sacred knowledge illuminates the presence of God
Even among non-believers
It shatters the pedestal of ego
Allowing them to drink from the river of life
©Kenneth Maswabi
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