A Vision

the world is so vast
the universe floating and so endless
there is always this
fluidity
no one knows what is there

we focus on the
garden of our heart

it is the only thing we
can do
till

tend what is present
go where we are taken

time
that is the waiting

that sense of this, that
there

but soon the change comes
the timelessness
and weightlessness of these
all

the sense of floating and
being endless

sunless horizons
edgeless spaces

at the tip of the icebergs
of our minds

along the peripheries of
our tattered hearts

soon there will be no burdens
on the wings of
spirits

on the feathers of angels
to the arms of gods....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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