Transcendence.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in that pit of sorrow
shall one descend

until his head is seen
no more

what is seen is the plain
a desert if you know

the sun is cruel
as seen on the skulls of goats

and men
but one cannot just descend

forever into the
grief that is so overwhelming

that is not the end
of this matter for soon one who is scarred & scared

with so much sadness
learns so carefully and the heart

that is broken soon shall
heal the strings that snapped

from its guitar body
and one's trembling fingers can still

figure music what just two strings
or even one

down to that grave of darkness
where shadows speak

one day an eye looks for a leak
of light

and finding an opening
wings its way

to the world of light where it
once lived

for it shall remember and rise
once again

as spirit as scent of calmness
and gentleness


the scars listen and the broken limbs
reshape what the spirits

reinvent: you see, you must have
felt it, because

it happens and we are still here
all willing
to speak and listen.