Cleansed Heart

as we mellow
down into a gracious
ripening

gentle now in our
mature
dispositions

we say we know
what passions are

surges of overflowing
water

tsunamis of our
youthful days

we learn somehow
that we must guide
these
outbursts
in the winding labyrinths
of calmness
until it rests in
the basin
of rest

slowly
we touch each stormy
vein
gently pressing
like
a gradual
understanding
of that
healing
resolution

a moment indeed
which is now properly
illuminated

shadows gone
fears melting

inside the
newly cleansed
corner of
the heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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