A Window Which Is Open Throughout The Night. Poem by RIC BASTASA

been writing and writing
it has become unthinkable
searching for meaning,
searching for a cause.

at first it was hard.
trying to impress you perhaps.
but it did not last.

then been thinking
about some random happenings.
without reason.

stoning the edifice.
questioning existence.
looking for God.
going to places where
we have never been to.

then something pops up
and it so real.
it is life flowing.
a river, to the sea.

this letting go and
not bothering what is
there.

this waiting. this
simply freeing thought.
arms stretched without
holding anyone.
or anything.

a head that is emptied.
a body without wrappings.
an open hand, and then
themorning light from
a window which is open
throughout the night.