The Yogi Has Turned Into Stone. Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a need for
us to be shaken

you were told a long
time ago before you
were dismissed from that
exclusive house of
contemplators

you are holy, you are
good, by all means you deserve
a shelter of your life

you need to be shaken i laugh
it out only to find its meaning
just now

i am shaken and i may lose everything
i have. I must keep my cool.

perhaps, like you, i needed it too,
before i get finally dismissed from this
house of life, this house of the unknown.

we wait as you have waited before you
were finally lost, until you found yourself.

the yogi has turned into stone.