The Hidden Possibility.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

imagine
one tranquil day
when you can hear
ants moving
under your feet

you lay your body
on the grass
under the old tree
with many leaves
that look like
small fingers
of a baby

you have emptied
yourself of thoughts
you become one
big empty
basket

you are an open
cave
inviting restless vagabonds
to take
rest
one dark & cold night
at least for a certain
while

the days come
and go
and you feel like a river
passing by

leaves blown by the strong wind
far north

on some normal days
a hundred butterflies flutter
and hover
homing to you

migrant birds perch
upon your hair

imagine that
you are no longer you
but a wide door without a lock
an open window that welcomes the moon

an earth
sky
and infinite space

a universe in itself
stripped of
identity and
greed

now sleep, and inside this
chamber
close your eyes some more
time

you have become
a poem vested
in eternity

some call you an angel
someone will dare
calling you one of the gods
beside the gods
in the temple of heaven

what is important is that
you are at peace, happy,
engrossed in grace
so much blessing
pouring unto your heart

do not think about you
you can no longer do that
there is no you now

do not think of contempt
you have become more than what you are
you have flown above the earth
you have crossed the river of ire
and disbelief

this is
the hidden possibility

the truth that we now see.