At Home At Last.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the way to fame
needs people who clap
their hands for you
people who will say
they love you but this
is not the way towards
the self, where you
take the narrow path
where you are alone and
where you speak to no
one at all.

someone calls your name
and it is not from humanity
not from this world,
you hear it from your heart
and you sense the depth
of its divine origin, and
you worship this as your
God, your new-found being,
completing you, and giving
you that feeling that
you are at home at last.