When Nothing Is Handed To Us Poem by RIC BASTASA

When Nothing Is Handed To Us



when nothing is handed to us
we learn to acquire what we think we really need

this is the instinct of survival
and we do not depend on the power of the sun

or the mercy of the moon
we may ask the tiny stars to lend a little of their light

for the darkness of our nights
but when there is none even a flicker from

the stones will be enough
we learn to burn the dryness of our hearts

to create this innate fire
and when we realize what we really are

we begin to find for ourselves the truth
we create our own light and we share the warmth

we become ourselves and then they look at us
we gain so much courage and we do not mind them anymore

when nothing is handed
we learn for the first time that we have our hands to move

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RIC BASTASA

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Philippines
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