RIC S. BASTASA
Feeling The River Flowing Inside Me - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
I didn't think about whether I was writing poems.
I was thinking.
And the more I was thinking,
the more there was I didn't understand
— David Anti
did i have as my goal to understand?
no it isn't, it is merely to feel how i feel,
and keep a record about it,
i write like a river, actually
i do not know where i am going,
i just go with the flow, i close my eyes
and feel the
flow, and not ask where am i going?
for that is not the question
and there will be no answers, nothing specific
it is only the flow, and the sound, and the color and
i am told, all rivers go to the sea
it is the truth, and i do not question it.
i do not ask any understanding about the sea when i arrive there.
again it is just a feeling.
perhaps, you may change the term
it is possibly faith
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