Do Not Ask My Presence Poem by RIC BASTASA

Do not ask my presence
Today or
even tomorrow
The flowers
Bloom, the clouds and sun come
The sea is blue
The sea breezes blow
Sunshines and grasses spread
The birds sing
The fishes swim
The rains come
& waves roll & sea caps
foam

Even without me,
So do not ask for my presence
In all these matters
That manage
Even without me
Without you
Or us,

They manage themselves
Well,
& good enough they fend for themselves
and repair
whatever is broken & heal whatever is
injured or
wounded,

so if you Walk with sadness, it does not
really Matter,
the flowers along the way
still bloom
And blue clouds still drift by,

even if some
Tears fall
From your eyes

And even if you die,
the sun still shines To another bluish sky.

Nature is automated, & to your uniqueness
You are formatted.
That is the real difference, this randomness
Of feelings
This intentionality of what you wish what you
Desire.
i have reasons for my absence
a disappearance

this sense of hiding..........