Poem: Unconditional Love, Consciousness and Humanity
With all the calculators in the world
You cannot calculate the value of unconditional Love
It is not a difficult question, it’s beyond comprehension
Unconditional Love is the calm flame that stirs the soul
Opening channels of beautiful and sacred vibes
That overpowers even the stingiest person
Persuading them to open their hearts
And be submerged in ecstasy
Unconditional Love is the calculator that has no numbers
Just the spirit of goodness and a touch of selflessness
Consciousness is a canvas on which we exist
As either characters of clay or waters of the spirit
It is the unfolded canvas displayed on the portrait of existence
That binds or frees us to wallow on the fabric of life
Every time we step on each other’s toes, we make a big tear on this canvas
Every time we show each other affection and love, it is totally renewed
So, it is our actions that determine the brokenness or the wholeness of our existence
Consciousness is a canvas that was created from nothingness
To address our deep seated need as spirit beings – unconditional Love
But the emergence of ego has brought tremendous pain to our collective consciousness
Injecting us with selfishness, fear and wickedness
Erasing all the wonderful intentions from the manuscript of our lives
Erecting a monument of toxicities and unsustainable ripples on the face of our existence
Consciousness is a canvas on which we learn to co-exist as separate entities of the same spirit
Bound together by unconditional Love
Humanity is the platform to express our being
Regardless of all our diverse acquired tastes, desires, needs and wants
Regardless of identities, attachments, expectations and achievements
Regardless of our differences in race, religion, colour, gender, stature and geographical location
Humanity offers us a tent to pray together, eat together and be one inside the house of life
Humanity gives us the reason to hold hands and be totally submerged in unconditional Love
To embrace our inner being (spirit/consciousness) and to sit on the pedestal of hope
©Kenneth Maswabi
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