Something Spiritual.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

they were just playing games
those kids in all of us
nothing really serious nothing to think much
and here you are
in deep thought in deep sorrow as you go in
this journey thinking where to land...

every minute is a destination
every talk is an offer
every touch is sense, grab each

and just leave it there, for when you begin
to carry each, all these would be too heavy
and as we walk and as they look at you
it would be crazy.

my hands are empty and so is my head even.
i have nothing on. Just as the wind is invisible.

be a spirit this time. leave that body behind.