Writing
is not just
the enjoying
it's more
much, much more-
not just the words
the feelings
the sentiments
the haunting rhyming
the dancing
of the rhythm :
all this
is just the mechanism
the acquired art
of words--stringing

the great poets
this they will be saying:
my writing
is really me
in my total being
to the muse surrendering
in the mystery
of creating-
within my heart
and soul
in rapturous stirring
and act of totally
being absorbed
in worshipping.

It's not sadness
a better term is melancholy:
the poets have said this poignantly
in much of their sublime poetry

if I'm silent at any moment
think this simply of me:
something within
is bearing an undefinable story.

You like yourself?
That's really fine
but don't let that
rule your life!

Life is never 'complete' and this makes it enchanting-
we would be like children, wondering in our innocence.

If its veil were lifted, there would be a sense of loss
as the wonder and mystery would have gone-
no longer is the awe.

Incompleteness is rare beauty.

We should live
rather than question:
in diving into living
we'll find the meaning

a question posed
another to be mentioned
if we live in such a lacuna
we'll die for want of reason