The Mystical Boat.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what was most
valuable, even
memories of
mother, even
memories of myself,
i have always
and will always
be ready to throw
them away,
the function of
forgetting is
to prepare you
to another dimension,
for if you cannot
discard them
or if you hesitate
the binds become
stronger and you cannot
jump into another boat
in that mystical
moat, it was as simple
as he says it,
discard, throw away,
shed off your skin,
leave those eyes
cut the tongue,
remove your feet
and hands,
where can those
shoes be?
for at any moment
the boat without any
rudder arrives,
without anchor too
and you are never
told

where to?