And Not Stop It. Poem by RIC BASTASA

right now
i am alone in my room
and i am listening
to baroque music
which is so mellow and
gentle that it
is like some kind of
hands caressing my hair
like that of a woman,
her body soft to mine
as i explore some more
the kind of love that
i too can give
to my own loneliness...

right now
i feel so light like
the lightness of light
that lands on the wall
early morning
from the leaks of the
window
and the ceiling
like some soft wings of
birds hovering
upon the petals of a
flower
finally taking the nectar
to its long beak...

right now
i have learned to live
my life
to the utmost of what
i can do

and not stop it
to enjoy the music of
my soul,
the sweetness of my being,
the loveliness of
my existence

and not stop it
and not summarily cut it


like what others did
they, who claim braver than us
they who claim to have seen the
light,
they, who in one way or
another
have behaved as
gods....