August Light

Kidon Bauman

I remember the summer, you came
for the weekend to visit me at Lake Hopatcong.
You stood so still, for so long, at the end of the dock,
deep in meditation, deep in thought.
You told me you could move the tree branch floating in the
water.
You were an old soul in a young body.
I remember listening to your heartbeat
while you slept.
To me you were genius,
you showed me the stars
and spoke of astrology, numerology,
astral projection, and Extraterrestrial Intelligence.
You guided me to nutritional morsels for my soul.
You were self taught ...
spirit guided
 sitting high up in the trees,
if you wanted something
it became yours because you worked hard
at mastery skills.
You learned to windsurf, and to use a GINORMOUS
TELESCOPE on wheels
even, taught your little baby brother,
Beau , spanish.
You are loved.
Kidon , you live 4ever in our hearts.