The Mantra.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i hate it
honestly when you
affect me

i thought i master
myself
into this numbness
of you
causing me pain

from time to time
stupid me
i call myself.

did i not see
myself in the mirror
and tell myself
over and over again
that i am
a stone?

outside the old tree
looks at me
saying, 'Poor fellow
he does not know
anymore what to do! '

i go to the mountain
again
sit upon a flat stone
in a yogi position.

got this mantra
'ohmmmm, ohmmm
ohmmm, ohmmmm'

let the rain come
let the sun shine
at noonday, when the
heat bites me
i will think of my God
and feel nothing
then and now.