We Have Gone Beyond It.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is not the case
of scratching, thus, i scratch
your back
and delighted you scratch mine
too.

too normal, and yet too silly.
too shallow and counterproductive.

here we compete with no one.
the journey is too enjoyable for
competition.

the craft is too artistic to call
it a competition.
it is a picnic. i bask under the sun
feeling all the warmth of words
the comfort of the sounds of the
sands
the songs of the shells
the chants of the waves
the freshness of the coconut
leaves and the coolness of
the shade.

here i sleep with art.
here i make love with my heart
here i dance with my soul
here i commune with the gods.

with friends seeing each other
again
telling stories, whatever that be
drinking beer and ecstatic to
its stupor
to the brim of spirits
to the toast of the night
as though there is no death
as though there is no
limit.

here is a poem for those who have
flown beyond
the walls of the ego
the fences of
the mind.