Poem: The spiritual path
This is not a religion
Or a game of chess
No pointed guns
Or open “Holy” books
Only hearts
Rigidly closed
Ancient locks
Bolted on the doors
Culture and lifestyles
Walls around the heart
No rivers of blood
Only paths of light
Life is not a game of chess
To hold pieces against each other
Black against white
White against black
Ponies and castles
Kings and queens
Battering each other for a piece of life
A rigid chessboard
A cold and silent judge
Holds the map
To injustice and justice
Death penalties
Life sentences
Pieces of justice (Injustices)
Thrown carelessly
Into the path of life
The spiritual path
Undresses life
Pouring scorn
Into the constructed reality
It’s the naked truth
That separates the two paths
Spirituality is the unlocking of the heart
To release awareness
And spread the truth
A flash of light
On the web of life
A beacon of hope
In a world
Where selfishness
Adopted and adapted
To wield immense power
Over the poor
Democracy punctured
And re-inflated
Lies and deceit
Poured with lack of care
Into the streets of life
Money and power
Tainted morality
Bloodied intentions
All ammunitions
To hold hostage
The heart of humanity
It’s true
The shackles of life
Are submerged in sweet nectar
And only those with good intentions
Hold the power to wield the truth
And stop the madness
It’s only through deep reflection and prayer
Silence and meditation
That you will free yourself
From the hand of ego
Freedom is not free
It’s a sacrifice
An altar
A covenant
All buried
Deep in your soul
Find your true self
And you will find unconditional Love
©
Kenneth Maswabi
(13-06-2020)
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