Go With The Flow

We can structure our mornings and days
plan each minute and hour
at the end, the universe, the energy 
around us decides what it will dish out

We just need to take what life gives us
and not trying to mould it to be exactly 
as we want it to be

To go with the flow was impossible as a child 
growing up in a typical Afrikaner environment...
I raged against it, when I left home as a young 
adult restricted by the rules of society...
I rebelled against it

Only much later
when nothing made sense anymore
and my days and nights turned
into endless black holes
when the "kick" of ecstasy
held no thrill anymore...

Only then I became conscious of my 
spiritual needs and intellectual demands
the art to surrender, to stop fighting with the 
universe and mostly with myself became a 
selfish need, an endless craving that could 
only be fed by the power of self-realisation 

There is a peaceful yet focused energy 
that accompanies each of us
it is not for us to fight against life but 
rather to work with it

Let reality be reality
let things flow naturally
in whatever way they like

Down The Rabbit Hole

If given a choice
would one choose to merely exist?
Endless days floating into each other
a comfortable state of Non-Being.
Or would one, just like Neo’s awakening
after eating the red pill, start questioning
our beliefs about the world
and attempt to discover
what exists behind all illusions?  

To many, it may seem like it is easier
to remain in reality
through the eyes of society, one who questions
may seem mad, lost …  

The world we see is a mere shadow of what truly exists
everything in our world
exists as an idea
like Alice in Wonderland led by the White Rabbit
down the rabbit hole,
I can truly agree 

“If I had a world of my own,
everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't
And contrarywise, what is, it wouldn't be.
And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”

The Glass Cabinet

Grandma left me her glass corner

display cabinet - I used to spend

hours in front of it when I was

small, memorising all the little

ornaments grandma carefully  

collected through the years

Except for her wedding band,

this is the only other item which

holds immense sentimental value

for me because every piece in that

display cabinet suggested a million

stories about grandma to me

This is why I simply cannot

comprehend why you refuse to

return what is so dear to me -

I cannot understand how a

person can be be so utterly

selfish and materialistic

I keep the memories of that

glass cabinet close to my heart,

grandma’s presence still lingers

on - the memories I have of her

is the one thing that NOBODY,

not even you, can take away