Poem: The Two Realities
The branches of consciousness are firmly grounded
The roots of our being are totally submerged in the spirit of God
But the illusion is emerging from the shadow of our consciousness (ego)
The creation of a new mind-set with attachments to the illusion is gaining speed
The blatant declaration of war on the truth fills the skies of humanity
The two realities are clearly not reflections of each other
The tree of life is forever solid in its foundations
And the illusion is a masquerade in the garden of existence
A make-belief world of falsehoods, deception and lies
All in the name of selfishness and wickedness
It is true that the illuminated fibre of consciousness is beautiful
But there is a dark shadow in the background
It is this shadow of consciousness that wants to be the seat of power
It is the fabrication of the story of life that forms the basis of its foundation
It is a temple for those who are lost in the wilderness of the spirit
It is an intoxicating condition of the mind
It is an abomination in the eyes of God
The branches of consciousness are the pedestal of hope
The illusion is the dark cloud that begets evil
It is true mankind has been divided over a long time
From politics, economics, religion and common sense
Mankind has long lost his beautiful facial expression of Love
Sedated by the substance of knowledge, power and control
Mankind fell into the abyss of selfishness and wickedness
He started cultivating suffering, poverty and hatred in the garden of existence
He erected a monument of despair in the eyes of the poor and vulnerable
He broke the covenant of unconditional Love
Forsaking the tenets of the path of Light
Forgoing his sacred crown of beauty and majesty
But this time around something formidable is emerging from the shadows of our foolishness
A monster is encapsulating our minds
A new form of reality is taking hold deep in some people’s psyche
A true horror of immense proportion is unfolding
For the first time, Mankind is truly in danger
It is time for each and every person
To undress themselves of this wicked entity
And be naked inside the tabernacle of being
It is time to swallow our pride and follow the path of the everlasting life
This is not a warning, it is sorrow displayed on the canvas of poetry
©Kenneth Maswabi
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