Mahatma Gandhi was but a man
Who had at his core
Held a heart led by a pen
From the start a spark slowly grew into a flame
As life words itself into a winding road
a man feels touched by a higher power
A bow to this feeling should never be considered a cower
Yet an appreciation of a voice unseen
Black as the night is unclean
Littered with old stars that align
To spell words ebonic
Only visible to the chosen reincarnate
The relationship of man and God has become all too platonic
Non monogamy keeps out and separates
A man from a spiritual prodigy
Biological youth wrapped around an old soul
Pearls of wisdom are only found at depths too deep
For the shallow to go
What do you call a man who neither loves nor hates
A feeble mind only fathoms liberal
So this title he had to take
But what he was
I can not capture in this poem
A season predicting harvester with seeds
And a need to sew them
Wisdom in abundance
A glow that showed wider than his heads circumference
Unmistakable to the blind eye
It was not food yet love
That kept this man alive
To be known in the modern world and outlive yourself
Is a poets wet dream
So why not drown yourself
Go down yourself
Explore yourself
To where only three enter
You
Your
And self
Into depths that are dark enough to blind your naked eye
To where you go so far down you ascend into the sky
Don’t defend the lie
That you’re in touch with who you are
Between who you are and are supposed to be
There are miles by far
There’s a light in your soul that you are afraid to hold
Find out who you are
No one will ever know you like you know yourself
So if we have no idea who we are
How can we expect
To be understood and appreciated
And revered as the next
So loving and so fondly
Everyone of us has the ability to achieve
The level of depth
As mahatma Gandhi
Why are we afraid