Poem: These words
I am secretly peeping through the window of the soul
I want to see the garden that produces these words
These words are not the substance of this world
There is something beautiful in their whole being
There is an inner radiance that is hard to explain
I am sure these words are not aliens
They speak the language of humanity with ease
As if injected with the substance of life
These words are happy to reveal their secrets
It is not that they are intoxicated
It is the message they carry
It is too precious to be left to ordinary words
It is the message of hope, peace and Love
That is weaved into their hearts
Just like the air we breathe
These words are full of life giving energy
Like molecules of the spirit
They are inhaled deep into our souls
To rejuvenate the fibre of being
And decorate the inner substance
It is not enough to meet them
You have to consume them
Let them sink into your being
Let them pass through the cord of existence
Into the womb of the everlasting life
It is here where they should be planted
Be allowed to sprout into beautiful seedlings
Be nurtured and nourished
Until they are ready to bloom into beautiful flowers
This is the life cycle of the poetic spirit
It is an amazing experience to hold a poem in your being
And let it loose into the wilderness of the world
See it grow into a beautiful life giving force
These words are the substance of life
Just like trees, they are here to sustain life
©Kenneth Maswabi
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