The Journey Towards The Top... Poem by RIC BASTASA

your wish must be
mothered by passion

your first step maybe
desire but it will not
always be the same

the other steps till the
end of your journey
towards that highest peak
will all be bleeding
sacrifices of the feet

you carry with you the
heavy weight of silence
like four sacks of rice
burdening your back

you are no longer fragile
as a morning glory
your eyes pierce the skin
of the ground, daggers all.

you forget your name
you shed off masks
you do not know a face
you keep that spirit

you have become all the
elements of nature: wind,
sea, mountain, space,
meteor, sun and moon,
but you are still one
as the steel self that you
are, a man apart from the rest.

you know beforehand about
your ending, you become a stone
part of the cliff, kissed by
the clouds, sings with the
wind, overlooking the plains.