Countless Encounters Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I have encountered myself many times
Somewhere in the cloudy atmosphere of my mind
I found myself going through countless thoughts
Sifting through the matrix of madness (education)
Searching for the meaning of life
All fingers pointed to the solid shining surface of life
With my ego inflated by the growing bubble of knowledge
I was ready to enter the house of materialism
I was ready to settle down on the fabric of selfishness
Then I saw the vein of my existence
Shrieking and shrivelled
It was full of sadness

I encountered myself again in the realm of dreams
Fully dressed with the substance of the unknown
It was the magical existence which excited me
It was the many facets of reality
That were continuously being remodelled
Joy and sorrow literally being served with one spoon
Laughter and fear occupying the same face
It was in the classroom of dreams
Where I learnt to look beyond the physical
To hold the thread of life in my hands
And follow it into my inner being
I learnt to unbutton my thoughts
And sip through the straw of silence
I learnt to exist in the plane of nothingness

I encountered myself again in the burrow of my heart
The substance of Silence fully occupying the cup of my being
My body, mind and soul totally liberated
I saw the thread of my existence
It was full of vigour
It was brimming with happiness
It was fully loaded with the waters of the spirit
It was full of life

In my many encounters with myself
I found my true self totally naked
Inside the emptiness of my being
Not holding onto any identities or achievements
Not having any expectations or attachments
I found the true source of happiness
I found the womb of existence
I found unconditional Love

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