My eyes are fixed on things on high

on mysteries of galaxies and nebulae

on planets guiding my steps below.

My eyes are fixed on Hale-Bopp

A comet  Pharaohs saw

When they  built their pyramids.

 

Like Cheops I, too, am   building a pyramid.

An inner one, but still a pyramid,

A great and awesome monument

As I look inside the vast untapped

Resources trapped and buried

In the soul of my soul.

 

I look up in awe and wonder

And I see within and below the mystery

That I am, the mystery of mud

Transforming itself daily, slowly into gold;

The mystery of the edifice I construct

Painfully and surely with each stone

Of life's experience.

 

Kwami Nyamidie

March 24, 1997.