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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It feels like I'm holding on Straws by the riverside , Still I'm holding on The mind is photographic The heart refuses to let go So the body remains.... A prisoner to experiences past; the body remains How do I refrain From being a prisoner of my own mind ? They say it is a garden. So I search out in the world for a farmer who can teach me how to sow seeds of stillness and everlasting tranquility. I search in the brightness of day I search in the Shadow of night's blanket I search in the waters beneath I search in the sky above All to no avail , he cannot be found . It would be an illusion, a lie If I convinced myself that I have searched with the diligence of a mother lion who has lost a cub; For I know I have not searched earnestly. Into the void I have not gone . Into myself I have not gone to seek the seeds of stillness and everlasting tranquility. I fear that which I may find hidden in the confines of my soul will render me irredeemable. Me. .. My own worst enemy So I run . To dwell in the heights of the sky I run Until I can fly. The blunt in my hand helping me escape.. Or used to. A quieter mind I seek But what I inhale is loud So in me there is dissonance Still I hold on, until my nails scrape off my fingers Will I be a slave to my fears ,will I forever shelve away those experiences that disturbed my mind and closed off my heart? Surely my bloodline is not that of cowards So into the void I go & let go of the straws of firmiliarity As I fall into the unknown, The Abyss . I fall deep into myself I leave the blunt In the sky for It may not come with me if my journey is to yield success. With a skip in one part of my heart Hope In the other I travel, alone; to search for the seeds of stillness and everlasting tranquility that reside deep inside me Locked away in my soul. I must bring them back to sow in the garden of my mind. I pray I return , I pray I am restored to fullness. A display of the splendor of my creator's greatness. The practice is meditation for presence. My final attempt at keeping my essence. -Sikolwethu Mthethwa 07/10/2026
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