The Bulk

attuned to the bulk of my poetry
day to day in volumes and volumes
one day she will be missing a poem from me
for on the null days of my life
when the words sometimes are mere appendages
of truths
there shall be no more poem to post
writer's block and a consciousness growing
helplessly screaming for the glorious and the great
One
panicky, and trembling, now facing the greatness of the Light
of the Great One
speechless and awed and bowing to the True One
poetry vanishes
to such beauty indescribable and so sweet and peaceful
tranquility in perfection
no ripples on the river
no stone on the sand
no tree on the road
no cliff no heights no mountain no plain
such is the place i have seen
my lips like chocolate dissolving
my mouth unable to speak
my eyes unable to see

Oh Great One
Take me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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