And Then You Are Nothing. Poem by RIC BASTASA

Yes it is all in the mind
writing without hands
pens are dispensed like
an outmoded tool and
here you are facing no
screen even

the fingers lose their
directions, because it
is all in the mind, in a
dream where you can
no longer tell who is the
dream and the dreamer.

wherever you are
know this, it is the breathing
it is the taking in, that
really matters.

remember, when all these
come out from your
mouth, you are no
longer its owner, and then
you are nothing.