It Is All About You....For Jiji - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i think, i know now
the secret of your
maturity, the terminal
station of your
final growth, that which
you accept yourself,
wash it, your whole soul
with tears,
mourn for days, unable to
swallow food,
sweating out
insecurities, shedding off
pretensions, laugh,
scream, run as though it is
the last day of your life,
stop, sing, dance,
eat, pray,
and then you still find yourself
all alone,
meditate, arrive at a destination,
and say,
this is it,
eureka, you find finally what
you did not look for,
it is ugly, but it is true,
and you embrace it
like the memory of your long
dead mother,
it is,
and you are so silent
there is this sanctity
of yourself assuring
yourself that
everything is alright
that now everything is true,
tangible, warm, alive,
loud, clear, flowing,
rivers and seas join
in the celebration,
choir of clouds
pools of moons,
mighty suns, all universe in
to accept yourself
as you are,
you have taken the leap
into the peace
of your own pool,

and then the silence and then the
long walk
and then finally you are

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012

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