Do Not Mind The Awars... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it was never a wise man's character to display his wares
on his forehead
like the way you display your plaque or something
sort of an award of excellence for your works
in art, or in sociology

it is not simply acceptable in my world where awards do not matter
where money does not exist
where gold is stone
where diamonds are nothing but sands
Where fame is just a whisper of the wind
where fortunes are but pouring rain
where houses are not made of wood or stone

come, let us play in the shores of life
let us climb its mountains and reach its peaks
where we touch eternity
where we join the gods
where we are finally divine
where we are but the purity of our souls

come, let us drink the wines of holiness
come, where we become so empty
where we join the oceans of space
where we become nothing
because finally we are with all of them

where we are lost
because we have become one with the
VASTNESS OF THE Universe...