Like An Intruder Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I am not interested in ripples
Nor am I afraid of falling apples
I am attracted by Silence
Enjoy stepping into the quietness of my being
Like an intruder, I have to find my way inside the Silence
Look inside the cubicle of my existence
And search for the hidden mystery
Like an intruder, I must enter the unknown
And go into the secret chamber
Where I will find the treasures that I seek
Like an intruder, I am not a guest
Nor am I a pest, I am a secret
Inside the realm of the spirit
I hide not my heart but my footsteps
Silence is my companion and my guide
I and Silence are woven together into an empty bowl (humility)
That carries nothingness as a gift to the unknown
Inside the unknown, nothingness represents us
The past, present and future wrapped together
Mind, body and soul melted into one spirit (Love)
Inside the spirit, we are not intruders
We are the fibre of eternity
Here, we can undress ourselves and become poems
This is the mystery of being (existence)
Our beauty is poetry and poetry is found inside us all
The unknown is the source of our true selves
These poems are pieces of us
©Kenneth Maswabi