The Languages In My Heart Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I am used to speaking in parables
As a child I was fluent in the language of tears
Then I graduated to mathematical jargon
Algebra and later calculus became my languages
I could tell you the configuration of my confusion with one formula
And you will be flabbergasted by the intricate romance in my speech
The laws of physics were also bearing down on my bloated head
Forces of nature collided in my mental sphere
Their gravity weighed heavily on my head, I became the stratosphere of knowledge
The medical language was then introduced to me
It was fascinating but also complicated
I started stammering, I could not speak a mixture of Latin, Greek and English
It was an open assault on my capacity to learn
Surgical scalpels helped to open my mind
Ligaments and tendons were choking my obtunded mind
Dysphagia was my medical condition
Bilharzia was the only dreaded disease of my early childhood
Medical terminology came and occupied all my mental faculty
Squeezing out the strings of mathematical theorems in my head
I was finally illuminated by a mysterious sacred Light
Silence became my philosophy, religion and art
I spent hours in the tabernacle of being
Learning every syllable of Silence
It is a very difficult language to learn
It requires plenty of solitude and nothingness
Aloneness is always a good idea in the classroom of Silence
Then a beautiful phenomenon happened
Silence gave birth to spiritual landscapes and dimensions
Awakening my spirit with their wealth of knowledge, understanding and wisdom
I started understanding my dreams, intuitions and auras
The fusion of Silence and Poetry gave birth to Spirit Poetry
Now, I am a complete nutcase
Mystery and the unknown occupy my heart
I am always walking on pathless paths
Dressed in nothingness
Love and loving are my only languages
Thank you