i sit there
alone,
around me are the
trees
tall ones,
with hands reaching
the clouds,
streaks of light
fall on my
face
for a while it is
this silence
like a door without
a knob
always opening to
something beyond
it is great
i feel light and then
i fly away
in too much pleasure
this, my dear,
is my happy soul.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-happy-soul-3/
