It Is Like A Bicycle....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the words need not be spoken
as you brace for each syllable
swimming in the silence of your mind.

you take a deep breath, stop for a while
and know the word again, as though you
have met it just this once, despite
the truth, that it has been with you
for many years, and yet you have taken
it for granted.

truth for instance. You let it pass
you did not bother. It hurts you know.
There is a better way to live.
Remove what hurts, sleep well, and
wake up, getting to know more words
and letting each syllable vaporize
into thin air.

the word self, is another thing.
if you keep it, it will bother much.
if you let it go, you are lost.
there is a middle way to be happy.
there are days for this word.
another more days for that word.
it is like taking a bicycle,
you ride, you travel, and keep the
balance, as always.