Living Against All Events Poem by RIC BASTASA

Those dangerous times
are never gone
these are the perennials in
our garden of conflict
and chaos
the flowers of illusion are
growing all over
the sees of hope are scattered
everywhere
even in rocks and cliffs and
cleavages of this earth
the sighs of the singing simmers
the halo of holiness
the springtime of every winter
the summer of every storm
the silence of the sands
keep thriving still
because you always love and
hence survive...............