Thetan Poem by RIC BASTASA

somehow a gust of wind
passes by your ear and you begin to remember

you are light,

there is a hint of
wings, but so unlike
the ordinary
wings of
a bird


you are given the hint
of the rachis
to the quill and
you link it to a nostalgia
of the universe
where you were once taken
from
power

you are
mud, and bound to the
river but the sound of the flow
of the water
day till nighttime
when the moon arrives again
floating
like a soul of the earth
touches
a tree top and then
leaves again
making you remember
what it was
before the years begin
to roll
like the waves of
the eternal ocean
kissing
an endless shore