Streams Of The Rivers Waters

the meditations of the man on the river
how long will it take him to his nirvana?

the lotus in him is what i am seeing now
and his eyes do not mind the working of

this world. I see waters running on his head.
I see rivers in his veins. I am silent and still.

I am this pond watching how a lotus grows.
How things are with the toads. How time

falls like a teardrop, creating the ripples of
my breaths.There it is. Beauty at its core.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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