Previous Worms

do not worry
one cannot just be a stone
forever

we grow
we evolve into our
destined
higher states of
being

blaspheme your
human nature
be the next
god
beside the gods

haven't you heard
what the snake said to the
apple?

you can be
another Eve

or you can be the
next tree

it depends really
on how
strong is your
faith

into the higher
state of
what you can be

if you worry too much
you can be
the worm
that worrier buried
underneath
the moist soil

if you dream
you can grown wings
you can fly
you can escape from the bondage
of how limited
you are

if you wish to be like them?
will the gods and goddesses worry?

the won't
they are afraid to become
their previous
selves as worms, you know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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