Many of my poems have been created on or inspired by Twitter. Sometimes I receive brilliant replies or questions, and here is one such interaction between @mzungundege and myself. Very thought-provoking, don't you think? Evidence of the unknown Is greater than that of the known If only you would stop your search In the temple … Continue reading of knowns and unknowns
Remnants of the old temple Long ago I frequented Now dilapidated A dignified ruin Decrepit, faded flag Bravely yet barely flapping Jilted by the pigeons Echoes of fluttering, cooing In the haunting halls Even the gods are forlorn Their pleas drowned By the smoke and honking Hawkers' hoarse persuasions Baskets filled with rotting fruit Where once … Continue reading Impressions of God
a small request proceed gently as you enter God's house you don't want to wake Him do you?
~ when silence speaks, we should listen ~ listen to the silence of the bells in the temple and the church the stillness in the call for prayer listen to the silence of submission, what is left to say? silence is the loudest voice in the face of injustice the silence of a baby's breath … Continue reading Silence Speaks
the house of god is closed for the day the seeker is turned away his needs in discord with the custodian’s timings why is it that taverns have longer opening hours where men find more comfort together in a strange watering hole than they do in an unfamiliar mosque or a temple in a distant … Continue reading the house of god
Evidence of the unknown Is greater than that of the known If only you would stop your search In the temple mosque or church When my mirror becomes languid and reflects nothing, I polish the mirror of my mind and make up my own image the little boy and girl~admire the candy-coated round house~ as … Continue reading Evidence of the Unknown and Others …