Touching The Soul Poem by RIC BASTASA

reading a book
writing a poem
talking to you
and listening,

lots of differences
really, one is a monk in orange
walking with his
beggar bowl
lighthearted smile,

one is a god sitting on the throne of his own feet,
others begin to pray,

the other one is
cleansing yourself in a river
and regaining what sanity is left

and the last one
is a window that you open to let sunshine in

touch your hair,
cheeks,
soul.