Feelings... Poem by RIC BASTASA

actually we are falling
like rain
but the difference is that
we fall
upward
because we are transcendental
creatures
who know the cycles of light
and darkness

who know that life is a ring
there is no end to this falling
and so we
simply stay

there is no floor
we only dream of skies

no ceiling
we only have space beyond

and this pretty makes all interesting
together
we are actually floating in this fall
and so we simply feel
that we are watching things around
us
we invent television and
we sit by the sofa
and watch

there is no falling after all
we are here
dots on earth taken by its spins and
revolutions

we are like stones now
stable on the sand...