If You Want To Understand You Will Just Be Frustrated Poem by RIC BASTASA

Something magical is meant only to be seen
and then be gone and then be just remembered with awe

it is not meant to be dissected like a frog
separating muscle from bones and naming each part
and then naming it again apart from its connecting
ligament and nerves

somethings are simply meant to be enjoyed
not to be understood

like the way you lick an ice cream not knowing who made it
how it is made
what are its ingredients and how much

like the way you make love
you do not measure the ecstasy as though it is a cup of honey
you do not count the moans and the screams
you do not even have to open your eyes to know how pleasure
penetrated your bones
and fit into your emptiness
that thing called joy and
bliss

something so beautiful is simply meant to be remembered
or even to return there again and again
not knowing what the consequences are

let the pain come later
for the meantime let all the joys shake us

as usual
let the role of regret be
the one
who comes always
late