Wordlessness....

in the afternoon
after a walk uphill
exhausted
i sit down and relax
and do nothing

and then i formulate the
questions
and usually they remain to
be
as there are
in truth no possible
answers

it is this kind of acceptance
that makes life
so exciting so real

complacency subsumed
in uncertainty

the openness of the doors
of this tiny world of the grain
of sand
creates the necessary
space for breathing

the ocean of beliefs
chokes us essentially
the myriad choices
freeze us to a series of
mini-deaths

you shall be like the earth
receiving rain and sunshine
without communication

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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