CONTENTS and Madiba Nelson Mandela
Madiba Nelson Mandela
He came from a village of Love and Light;
Was confined to a cell of darkness-night.
A prisoner of torture that mimicked hell,
Affected his health on his lungs would tell.
Yet he rose to forgive, reconcile with his enemies;
Showed a heart of compassion that flowed with ease.
Husband, Father and President, God’s tool he became,
Forgiving and loving in this birthless game.
No blacks; no whites, but transcendent love,
As Grace implemented, direct from above.
Winnie came at a time to inspire the fight,
O dignity, poise, Graca’s goodness-flooded Light.
Madiba, the world embraces your life’s God-beauty-Spirit,
R.I.P. with His blessings in your Kunu sweet. – Manatita 16th December, 2013.
CONTENTS: that which adorn the insides of a scroll, nourish my entrails; fills my head with garbage, or awaken the beauty of the Soul.
ORDER: A longed for discipline in this seemingly chaotic and meandering world, generally appearing to drift recklessly and without purpose, and yet,
NURTURING our joys and sorrows, like the heavenly drops that create mud, yet tills the soil, to prevent aridity and disenchantment.
TOWARDS a golden shore my heart is beckoning and searing upwards, through crying aspirations, and ever-transcending horizons of the Great Unknown.
ENTERING: That which may appear as shadows or a sparkle of Light; May take me to the caverns beneath or the blazing glory of Paradise.
NEVER once dreaming that my bondage-shell will one day crack and open to the song of Immortality,
TOWERING in its opulence and majesty, and freeing me from my darkness-chains.
SILENCE: Now I am finally the child of infinity’s dream, and serenity reigns supreme. - Manatita 17th December, 2013.
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