Poem: What happens to the poem if no one reads it?
The poem is a creature of timelessness
Even though it has come a long way onto the table of our attention
It continues to exist faraway from here in heavenly realms
Like the moonlight that passes through your window
Or the distant stars that give us a glimpse of the cosmos
It is not bothered by your careless attention
It is here to offer your soul the soothing attention it deserves
To unveil the palate of beauty inside your spirit
To unwind and relax inside your heart
The poem emerges from the unknown
Fully clothed with the light of beauty, hope and Love
It is a messenger travelling between realms
Not tiring and not lost
The poem is here to find you and talk to you
It is here to comfort you and be with you
Like a glimpse into the unknown
The poem speaks the language of the spirit
Even though it is sometimes clothed in sorrow
The poem is here to tell you about Love
The bowl of unconditional Love is always full of tears
Not because it is a place of pain and sadness
But because it is a place of healing
The poem is a first aid kit for the soul
It is ever ready to mend deep wounds
And nourish the substance of being
It holds the key to the sacred mirror
That reflects the deepest part of your heart
Like all natural wonders
It is not a fragment of beauty
It is the substance of beauty
Even when left unseen
It radiates with life-giving stuff
©Kenneth Maswabi
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