Naked Spirit Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In the arms of poetry
My heart is very much naked
Revealing the deepest geometry of my being
Unveiling the cardinal points marking the way to the eternal path
In that sacred moment I am emptied of all the ego
And the hands of poetry opens the door to my Spirit
It is not uncommon to be totally removed from my senses
And to dive deep into the spiritual lake of nothingness
In this state I am a floating piece of emptiness
And words are the medium of my existence
Transcending the realm of imagination
My being is elevated to the dimension of nothingness
It is totally weird to exist outside the borders of imagination
But at this point I am not governed by the laws of physics
Nor am I a child of the flesh
All my being is made out of nothingness
And the only window of my existence is outlined by the flowing ink
At these upper floors of consciousness, Love is my light
And my existence is an illuminated piece of nothingness