Melting With The Shadows Of The Trees
one tells me
i have only a few months to live.
will it bother me?
i only tell myself
everything is a possibility
dying is certain, so what's the heck?
i don't have any baggage
to carry,
neither do i have so many things to hide
or keep
and worry about them
as to who shall have them
she is worried about me
do i have emotions? am i numb as a rock?
i tell her, i am a cliff
i look beyond the sea,
i am a friend of the wind
i have a grasp of heaven
to live is not really to just live
it is also
by essence to think beyond living
to know that everything here is just
part of the total picture
a bit of a pixel
that there are still missing pieces of
this jigsaw puzzle
it is like
packing nothing
walking barefoot on the grassy hill
passing a river
and walking some mountains
it is like
walking in the dark
and melt
with the shadows of the trees.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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