Inside,Beyond the Sun
Awaking into the world of elders,
my heart had stopped beating
and so had my head ,
then the roars of the awls ,
the kings that govern the night
and fly hand in hand with the mighty witches of the Azande Tribe,
leaving no trace but the alarms raised by angelic dogs,
feeble men in sleepy heads nod in awareness of the spiritual,
there we assemble ,
as one whole community,
souring high above the endless clouds,
beyond the horizon of space ships and and stars,
i saw the world in a whole new mirror,
life was nothing but a chess game,
the atmosphere was nothing but glass stair cases,
as man roamed bounded in boundless small circle of large circle,
elders laughed and ate cola,
at the ignorance of man,
then i turned inside to stare ,
nothingness of our fulfillment,
this story is nothing but a tip of Nana's chewing stick,
but one spirit struck me,
i had seen no face,
i saw nothing but
i stood with many,
i heard the chattering and laughter's of many,
i saw the fishes walk and run,
the snakes flew without wings,
and man lived without limit,
life was the opposite of life,
just when the king was to arrive,
and realities begin to unveil,
my grandmother said to me
you must return,
before no one leaves,
before life awakes,
for this world belongs to the elders,
the holders of life's foundation,
my soul ran for temporary salvation,
but i had to leave a drop of me behind,
to trace me back,
when finally,
the pyramids of my fathers fall.
at least i would have a home,
back with the elders,
when the drums are beaten ,
by senile but able hands of legends....
then back we return , deep inside the sun,
i landed like a feather,
without memory of the other wing ,
as though nothing happened,
the sun was already awake,
she stared and gave me a shy smile of recognotion
for in her was my escape to humanity,
i live now like today lasts till the sun melts,
Deep down,
i knew the story,
once that had never been told,
ones being disguised in coats of religion,
my soul with the elders ......
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Dear Poetess,
Great write, My love, My applause, My vote, Reserved for my detailed appreciation and review shortly in my column POET'S PEN.
In spiritual realms, no one commits sins or harms anyone.Justice is always served by our own subconscious mind so there is no need for other authorities to monitor our good or bad deeds, Life is to live according to what we all get through it, It is a fantasy as well as a reality unknown to all of us.
Love, regards to you my dear Poetess, Thanks for sharing
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Hi Williamsji,
I agree with you that in the spiritual realm no one commits sin or harm,
on the other hand it is man who set rules and invented good and bad, or sin and harm, it is we who have invented good from bad....
Our mind is our limitation....that bounds us to boundless large circles....
Pepper.