Truth is Not a Smooth-Talker

Words have become slippery
They’re no longer able to
Firmly hold on to their meanings

Truth has no language…
No construction…
Words with their promiscuous meanings
Can no longer convey the truth.

The understanding
That one therefore needs
Is a non-verbal kind.

One that observes in silence
And can therefore see (but can no longer convey)
How our words
Have become an aberration of truth.

The Real Tragedy

You’re out of sync…
In disharmony with life
When you begin
To see it as ‘yours’.

Your expectations grow
Ambition takes over
Your hopes and prayers
Get oriented towards control…

Life and its circumstances
Must favour you.

Accomplishment becomes your purpose
Love becomes an acquisition
You feel entitled to privilege
And wealth becomes the hub
Around which these revolve.

That which is abundant-
Life- forever giving
Becomes something you perversely
Try to steal for yourself.

When you fail to see the truth
You cling to law, ethics and codes of conduct.

Your education too
Gets appropriated.
It becomes subservient to mediocrity
It remains satisfied in meeting
Systemic objectives.

You graduate in degrees of ignorance
Forever in pursuit
Of the illusory.
Racing through your days
To the finish line.

But then comes a dawn
When accomplishment feels like failure
All acquisitions become soul-destroying
You’re unceremoniously stripped off
Your sense of entitlement.

The notions around which
Your life was anchored
Get swept away
By the currents of time.

Nothing lasts…
Except life.

The tragedy is not death
The tragedy is life not understood.