The Bowl Of Consciousness Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I cannot bury my head in the classroom of life
And pretend that I know it all
I will dip my body, mind and soul
Into the bowl of consciousness
And wait for the hands of creation
To embrace my being
I will pour myself into the womb of existence
And every fiber of my being will disappear
Into the ocean of nothingness
It's here where I will build my school
With the twigs of silence
And pillars of hope
I will construct my classroom
It's the ray of hope
That will inhabit my being
And Love will be my teacher
First, I will learn the art of humility
Kindness and compassion
Will be my strength
Peace and freedom
Will be my food
I will finally open my eyes
And wake up from my dream
The bowl of consciousness
Will forever be my poem

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