Creative Life
patience
to wait
courage
to encounter
the unexpected
are two lessons in life
that I learnt
the hardest way
also I learnt
crafting
heroic perseverance
into dire life experience
from my father
also I learnt
to work hard
through
the vast and last
final way of fate
from my mother
also I learnt
from my people
creativity
diligence
personal integrity
redemptive power
of wisdom, oguma—
time was, time never is!
they say
father and mother
they generate LIFE
your culture
generates MEANING
that life
is
a ritualized
creation
of every day
reenacted through
countless mornings
days, evenings, and nights
that we are only aware of
the increasing value of time
in life
as it comes to pass
too soon
in a form of
ill health
bondage
age
exile
oblivion
or the inescapable fate—
DEATH.
if you don’t have
leisure, as a poet
freedom from work
to meditate
when you need to
and domestic stability
to sit and mediate
between the inner monster (SELF)
and the outsider rebel (POET)
and to dig into
your most deeply buried gems
all that is is futile
an offence of wasted life
it is this long process
of engagement in some Idea,
of unended quest for TRUTH
of a continuous exploration of SELF
of the way out of Entrapment
that they call CREATIVE LIFE—
that you two idiots are trapped in:
YOU and YOU—
the SELF and the POET!
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