Inward

you shall listen to the voices of the young
the buds have their own kind of songs
that makes you see the past of the roots

you shall disregard the murmur of the stones
the present predicament that you are in
when will you give up being hard on yourself?
stone upon stone
boulder upon boulder
you have crushed what softness is left
on the soil of your birth

there is another way
take what light offers us sometimes
a little warmth
that enlightenment that opens the eyes
of the heart
the path inward
that opens the door of our
souls

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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