The Chatter Of My Soul Poem by RIC BASTASA

There is no stopping now
what is done is done and what is going to be done
shall, too, be done

for i am incomplete without having to do
what is in my mind

for i am nothing without having to say what i want to say
what i want to write

puts me on paper, puts me on the go with life's ever flowing river

a paper boat, a real sea, an imaginary self
haunted by what is too mundane, that which regrets for not having
realized

the divine, the God in my Heart,
The palace in the sky,
the universe in my brain,
the chatter of my soul.