About Me

My name is Kenneth George Dill, originally from Jamaica, I have been living on the island of Dominica since October of 1982. I have been writing poetry since the early days of my life, I do not consider myself a poet but a person who writes poetry when I am inspired to do so. Sometimes I am asked to explain or define the things I write, for me poetry is linguistic artistry, it can be esoteric, didactic, factual, symbolic or instructive and cannot be explained in a 2 + 2 = 4 context.

This photo was taken at Trafalgar Falls in 1984, long before gray hair was invented and getting older was something you shoved at the back of your active recollection.
Be like a panda. Black, white, Asian and full of love – vector cute lettering doodle handwritten on theme of anti racism, protesting against racial inequality.

Racism is one of the most pernicious diseases to plague humanity

With my daughters Felicia and Valdene during their young years

Within my soul there is a great loneliness which yearns for something more sublime than the stars, something vaster than the farthest outreaches of space, this loneliness burns within me like a raging unquenchable fire, I feel like I am two different persons trying to resolve their Ir-resolvable differences, I have tried to explain it in a poem called Requiem For My Soul

During the journey of my life, I have always been fascinated by my interactions and relationships with the many people who have passed through my life.

With Mick Jagger and friends

People have intrigued, inspired, challenged and motivated me to always look deeper into my own consciousness, looking for answers as to how I can elevate my mind to transcend or circumvent the obstacles which life so often lay across my path, obstacles which are like chasms between me, society, religion, partisan politics and even the very people whom I so desperately want to unconditionally love.

Handshake of the friends. Stop racism. Stock vector illustration.

Birthdays remind us that we came into this life from a source,
We usually identify that source as our parents.
Though it is not wrong to credit our parents with our arrival
into this sphere; if we truly understand life then we would know that our parents were merely conduits through which we passed to walk upon this earth.

I have posted on this blog a collection of poems, prose, letters, and short stories which I have written over the last 45 – 50 years, please read them and leave your comments, positive or negative.

One of my objectives is to bring to the awareness of people who visit my blog, how divided the world is on race, religion and politics. We are witnessing the “Black Lives Matter” Revolution spreading all over the world, I have written about it and some of my blog visitors believe that I am not supportive of “Black Lives Matter” which is totally false.

I do support “Black Lives Matter” but I have a holistic approach to racial discrimination, yes I believe that we should condemn racism, fight it and defend ourselves against it when necessary but the greater goal should be to see the unification of all races occupying the planet because until all humans acknowledge that “All Lives Matter“, the world will never know true unity and peace.

It is good to love all people because we are part of the human family but sometimes we meet those rare, unique and special souls who help us to truly appreciate our capacity to love because loving them feels so good and so right.

Every opportunity I Have, I will expose racism and racial injustices on this blog, that is a pledge and solemn promise because I believe “The Earth is one Country and all humans are its citizens” any group of people who think of themselves as racially superior to others they are deluding themselves.

We must confront and vehemently denounce racism of any kind, there must be no tolerance for this hateful and divisive ideology.

Exploring in America, visiting a Cherokee Village in North Carolina in 2018

My dream is to build an unified coalition of people who can understand and accept that regardless of the colour of our skins, we are all human beings and “we have a right to be here, no less than the trees and the stars”

We came into this life to learn about ourselves and the things around us, it is our duty to regulate our life styles according to the knowledge we acquire.

It is essential that we pursue the complete and total liberation of our minds, to arrive at a transcendental state of consciousness, from which we can encompass the evanescence of conditions, then extricate ourselves from the frivolity of the moral, social and psychological embranglement, which we encounter daily.

Let us all join together in the fight against racism, prejudices and social injustices.

Many years ago a friend in Mandeville Jamaica wrote to me and asked me to explain how I perceive the world and what are my plans for the future, please note my response to her:

My Dearest Friend,

You have asked me about my plans and what I intend to do, were you a “normal person” I would have tried to explain to you in a “normal” way but Allah be praised you have escaped the fetters of “normality”

My aspirations are like a long misty chain with many links, some are course and hard while others are intricately exquisite.
At the end of this chain there is a stairway of fire, between mist and fire I am suspended at the mercy of a raging tempest which urges me to cry out unto the world in a voice strong enough to awaken the children of men whom the tyrants religion and politics have inebriated with the wine of deception and falsehood.

Would my friend you could know how it depresses my spirit when I hear the voice of love truth and beauty euphoniously singing the glory of life, entreating the children of men who walk fully awake in their deeper sleep, to ascend to the threshold of life and sip from the cup of eternal benevolence.
Alas my friend a thousand and ten thousand times alas, so few are they who can hear this divine melody.
O my beloved friend until when will the people of the world “cast away the meat which perisheth” and seek “the bread of life”
How long will it take for the nations to fling away their weapons of war and hold on to the handle of “the most great peace”

Oftentimes methinks I can hear the trees and the grass weeping and lamenting the negligence of the world to emulate the flowers and the bees.

How can I my friend at this time say unto you what I shall do or not do, at this early age of my life, I feel as if I have lived a thousand lives and died a thousand deaths.
Whenever my friend I try to explain to the people of the world the way I feel about and relate to life, they become estranged from me and plaster labels of “Madness” upon the face of their remembrance of me.

A thousand salaams to you and may the blessings of Allah forever be upon you. To you I can speak my deeper secrets, with you in separation I find togetherness.

This I will say to you, I feel that I have a very important role to play in the destruction of the old world order, there is a force somewhere inside me, longing to release itself but there is an impediment which I have not yet discovered.
Sometimes I feel like a caged eagle, who in its imprisonment discovered the essence of freedom and longs to break the bars asunder and soar to the heights of that freedom.

There are times when the fury of the elements are no more turbulent than the turbulence of my soul, I do not know my friend what is the force and the power which keeps me suspended between mist and fire, it is good that I can share this anomalous existence with you.

I do not try to make myself different, my feelings are motivated by a force of a higher order than the senses.
I feel and experience things which make the senses tremble in bewilderment and confess their ignorance to the deeper secrets of life.

In truth I live a life of dual personalities, the one with which I greet and socialize with people is gentle and kind, it often feels like a little child who longs to take all of humanity in its hands and console it with loving words.
It yearns to pour soothing and loving balms upon this troubled world and eradicate the seeds of conflict from its peoples.

This side of me relates to the world through the reason of the senses, there is also the other side of me which suffers from an ailment I cannot describe, it experiences certain things which are beyond the scope of the senses .
This side of me I try to hide from people, this side of me is forever intoxicated with a great aloneness, which has nothing to do with the absence or presence of other people.
It is very abstract and abstruse, it finds joy and contentment in solitude and seclusion, within the sorrowfulness of its nature if finds afflatus which creates and inner longing to cry out form the depths of my being.

Yes my dear friend there is a violent agitation within me and it make me suffer greatly because there is something blocking its emanation.
When this agitation lays hold upon the strings of my soul it shrieks and quivers like a blade of grass in a mighty wind.
Within this agitation there is a desperate voice crying out but no one can hear its echo because its hour is not yet come.
When that hour comes my friend, what I cannot now tell you shall be made manifest.

I feel that I came into this life to do something great and noble, Inshallah, before this mortal frame crumbles into nothingness, I shall accomplish what will be a loving memory in the heart of humanity after I have ascended to the realm beyond the grave.

My friend remember me in your prayers and meditations, in your nocturnal perambulations, when you gaze upon the beauty and majesty of the heavens, whisper my name to the wind, perchance it may be borne to the celestial realm where the Seraphim hover around “The Ancient Of Days” chanting canticles of love and harmony.

Whenever you walk through the homegrown meadows of your mind, reach out and take my hand, let us write our names upon the clouds and play tag with the rain as you tell me about “cow dung in the grass and the leaves blowing on the road”.
When you walk in the land of dreams, meet me in the garden of contemplation, let us meditate upon the saying of Zarathustra, Buddha, Jesus, and Baha’u’llah., which will en-kindle the flame of our knowledge to disperse the dark veils obscuring wisdom from our minds.

Let us visit the city of the dead and light the beacons of truth that those who are suspended between sleep and wakefulness may see that it is dark but the morning is but a reality away.

Journey with me to the high mountain of fiery beauty, where the visions of prophets burn like suns and worlds on fire.
Sit with me upon the summit, let us listen to the wailing and lamentations of poets from past ages who envisaged the slow destruction of this world of tyranny erected upon the bones and skulls of a chosen few who “appeared like gods but died like men”

Let us put our fingers into the heart of life and feel the throbbing of humanity bewailing the reluctance of the nations to “beat their swords into plowshares and make pruning hooks of their spears”.

Let us not linger on the road my friend, let us hasten to the place of true understanding.
Let us go to where we can quaff from the cup of immortal love which will unify the hearts of all mankind.
We cannot tarry here or turn back, we have conquered death, “lo death has lost its sting” and “the grave has no victory over us.

The Celestial Banquet is set, the “Day Stars” of heaven are entreating us to step across the realm of perishables and ascend to Empyrean of Deity’s Glory to partake of the supernal savours of the true eternity.

My friend after having written these words, I feel like a little boy whose kite has been swept from his grasp by a mighty gust of wind, he sits upon a stone and watch his kite blowing further and further away, he says in his heart “how cruel is the wind” forgetting that he could not have flown his kind without the wind.

Like that little boy I too feel like crying, I feel like crying because I am standing beside a well overflowing with water and no one will come to drink.
I am walking in an orchard laden with the choicest fruits and no one will come to eat thereof.

Ere my tears should fall upon these pages accept my salaams and a word of love from

Ken

With Mick and James Jagger on Morne Nicholls in Dominica

The media often portray Mick Jagger as a womanizing Rock Star, in my interaction with him I found him to be a very intelligent well informed and caring person. His dedication to his sons was absolutely admirable.

In 1982 I got married to Mona George, a Dominican who was a student at what was then CAST, we were divorced in 1993, but we remained very close friends until she passed away in 2016.

Mona George-Dill 1942 – 2016
With Mona George-Dill in Dominica 1983

With fellow Baha’i’s Mavis Nolbron, Mona George-Dill, Alix Peter and Roslyn Bowers at the Newtown Local Baha’i Centre in Dominica.
Sometimes we are confronted with making a decision about which way to go based on the options available to us.

Reflections of the past

A Photo Gallery Of My Life In Transition

At the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem

This is the coalition I want to build to fight racism and prejudice

“My Life In Transition”

Let us be thankful for today and embrace the promise of tomorrow

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