Theatre Of The Mind Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Many have built dungeons
To keep their secrets hidden
Away from the prying eyes of consciousness
It's not unusual for the theatre of the mind to be closed
Barricaded with black curtains of darkness
A thick smog hiding the slithering monsters
As they emerge from the dirty substance of the mind
I have not been to these parts of consciousness
Where selfishness is sold at the marketplace
And wickedness is marketed in the showrooms
I have been to another realm of consciousness
Where the sun rises fully dressed in splendour
And Love bathes the heart with the rays of eternity
I have been to another theatre of the mind
Where silence stands erect
Not even a breeze of desire in sight
It's the absence of ego that is displayed
In these well-kept gardens of existence
I have travelled to the edge of reality
And peered into the ocean of Truth
The Truth gave me a glimpse of freedom
As I stared into the absence of me
And embraced the eternal being
I was totally filled with the substance of immortality
And my fears lay broken on the ground
I was empty of all thoughts and emotions
My temple was a field of nothingness
Where I prayed to God Almighty
Totally undressed of my ego
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