Sher Chandley, Johannesburg, South Africa

I See What I See

In a vestibule of my mind
Is a trapdoor to a cave
Of contemplation and confession
Not a dark , dank cave
But airy , dry and light
Here a river flows
With waters of reflection
On its bank is a rock
A throne of honest truth
Once seated here
You can step out of your body
Walk pensively around yourself
Look at who you really are
Without judgement or flattery
This is not a place of lies
Even the lies you tell yourself
For here you confront the demon
That Angel you know is an imp
Question your peace and luxury

The water mirrors what I see
I see many things
In this beautiful, rotten world
Of life and decay
I will not be told what I see
Planted in the dark
Fed delicious lies
There is no ambiguity in truth
Only in forked tongued words
My eyes do not deceive me
Here on the seat of truth
Blinkers burn , dogma dissolves
Here I accept no created foes
Only love and brotherhood

Here I wander far into my soul
Into myths and realities
Migrate with intrigue
The lessons of the stars
Fly into joys and sorrows
Through it all ,
I see scented rose petals
Floating in the stream
Not scattering apart
But twirling together
Joining and conforming
Into a flower of love .

© 2019 Sher Chandley
Artwork ©2019 Marie Rouge