When We Soar Poem by RIC BASTASA

our spirits sometimes soar
we feel the wings of birds
inside our hearts
we feel elated by the most
simple thing
of having seen
a white butterfly hovering
fluttering upon
some tiny yellow flowers
of the narra tree

when we close our eyes
when we see nothing at all
when it is dark
we begin to see how
beautiful can everything be

oh, i do not have to travel
far and wide
just to be be, just to be with us
it is at the moment when our spirits sour
into the vastness of
our beings
that we become the universe itself
wider than space
longer than time