Why Should I Wait? Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In old age, my eyes will be dilapidated
My sight gobbled by the many years of toil
Inside the darkness of the constructed reality
I don't want to wait for the time I am retired
When no one else is around my vision
Because all of my sessions have exhausted my passion
I don't want to wait for my voice to start crackling under pressure
For my dreams to run out of fuel
And my mind to develop an urgent sense of amnesia
I want to drink from the river of life now
When all my senses are still intact
I want to submerge my body, mind and soul into the Silence within
And listen to the everlasting tintinnabulation of my being
It is not that I have plenty of time in my hands
I just don't want to wait until I am old
To hear the voice of stillness inside my spirit
To understand the language of the soul
I don't want to wait for the droplets of wisdom to trickle into my being
I have access to the whole ocean of awareness now
I will not allow ego or any algorithms of logic to build a wall
Between my body, mind and soul
I want to remove all barriers
So that my spirit can roam free
And my heart can be nourished with love
I just want to hold the truth in my heart
And be the illuminated light inside the tabernacle of being

©Kenneth Maswabi