logic can be so tiring,
though sweet and straightforward
but it can be too exacting
and sometimes it does not work for us
it serves us a bowl of
destruction
less the imagination
hating the temporary cure of a fantasy
an illusion of glass
and light
and the provision for smell
of rare oils of lavender and
lemon
do you know that i have given too much reasoning
in exchange for the cold glass of
passivity?
i mean, just sitting down thinking about nothing
discarding the formula for living
like a bowl of clay under the sun
containing upon itself the song and caress of
sunlight
so gentle like a waft of air
around its ring
it is when i discharge what i have
when i surrender what i think i must be
that i become
fully alive
logic can be murderous
not allowing any twist of fate
on solid predictions
of this and that
with no allowance for a miracle
logic can kill us
how can it entertain other possibilities?
it is all numbers and facts
for which life is not.
i embrace possibilities now
as logic taunts and laughs
i am patient, i listen, i entertain what is hidden
from the grasp of the hands of theorems.
you see, i am relaxed, you should see the smile in my face
happier than the morning sun
the morning daisy.
RIC S. BASTASA
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