For You To Know Whether I Am Afraid To Love Or Not
there is only one way to my heart
and it is not grassy at all,
above this path are blue clouds
and the usual sun
follow the path
and be gentle in your steps
at the other side
you will find a door laced with
red roses
do not just stand there
knock and be patient
use the doorbell of understanding
and wipe your feet
on the mat of purity
knock again, knock again
there is no one in the house anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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