Not To Be Defined Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I choose not to be defined
To be empty of all commotions
And be full of Silence
In these times of emotions
I choose to be motionless
Be part of the natural stillness
That hovers on the background
Like a gigantic oasis of peace
Always waiting for the storm to pass
And inhabit the face of the earth
Not to be defined by the fallen branches
Or the dilapidated clouds
Just to be here, there and no where
Like the colour of the night
Not sticking to surfaces
Decorating contours
And vanishing into thin air
Not to be defined
I choose the demeanor of peace
To represent my existence
To be the color of my absence
Not to be defined
I am the open canvas
Where dreams grow
Every night, I am renewed
Refreshed and rearranged
Not by the hands of Man
But by the mysteries of Consciousness
©Kenneth Maswabi