RIC BASTASA


Realizing Reality... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

we have been filled
to the brim
our contents are overflowing
what is it that we can choose?
except to
empty what is full
to discard what we think we can
we do not rationalize anymore
there is simply no place for
this
at this time of the
state of our affairs
when we are moving without an exact direction
where we have to confess
that all our compasses
are broken
our fingers do not point
to the north
the skies are cloudy
and cold
in such a paradox
of cold
and heat
all co-existing
actually we must profess
that understanding had always
been at a loss
the confusion is gaining ground
and then we
begin to understand
we walk cool
there is no rush
our minds are empty
and we have
become
so confident
saying this is it
this after all is the truth of my existence
this purposeless life
this non-fulfillment
of desire
this luster lust
then we stand against the sunset
welcoming
whatever happens
what happens happens
and must happen
and what do we have
we have nothing
to lose

oh, pinch us
we are real now
we are not sands anymore
but stones


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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