Morning Ritual Poem by RIC BASTASA

Morning Ritual



morning offerings
a rested mind opens itself to
a leaf of a tree
another heart feels the
dance of the
still wind with the vines
the slow steps towards
the path
leading to the valley
are chants
when you arrive there
you become a temple of peace
overlooking the hill
meeting with the embrace
of a distant horizon
the sun sees this
and so it glows

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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