Just As It Is... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it continues
as a flow of
what you think
you like
as true and
beautiful

you are lost
in the rage of
the waters

you take a hold
of another drifting
wood, very much
like you

letting things go
the rage in charge
and whatever happens
you say it is

just as it is


when the rage stops
when calm reigns again
you get hold of your mind
saying: it is not, it is not

it is perhaps like it
but definitely it is
not, and you

are in your senses again
throwing the one that looks like it
taking hold of what is real

and then denying yourself
of its beauty once again

sorrow plays the flute
in your silence
the hands open
accepts what is there

and letting it go again
it is not meant for you
you have something else

just as it is.