your life must be messy, <br />like your room with books scattered on the floor <br />dirty socks and shirts and underwears <br />everywhere in bed in the sink in the cabinets <br />open when they should have been closed <br />like a mouth and mind <br />with nothing good to say <br />but just the same still muttering <br />some words which are not necessary <br />for the day <br />which should have been <br />beautiful <br /> <br />you think that what makes the mess is this <br />ability to think to classify and to prefer <br />what must be <br />what should have been <br />the standards and some things ethical and proper <br />and restrained <br /> <br />perhaps, you think, if you stop thinking <br />life would have been nicer and easier to manage <br />like simpy being attuned to the mess <br />and living with what is simply there <br />no ifs <br />no buts <br />no 'i wish this were this and this were that' <br />just wallowing and sleeping when sleepy <br />and eating when hungry and leaving when there is nothing <br />worth staying <br /> <br />to cease thinking when you want to <br />and life would have been one wonderful state <br /> <br />wo/man is a rational animal <br />rationality, thinking, is its essence, and when you cease to think <br />even for a minute <br />you must suffer the consequence <br />no ifs <br />no buts <br />you too cease, you die, your eyes wide open <br />those that do not blink, like a fish you think is not sleeping <br />or dead <br /> <br />you wish you were unthinking <br />what you wish is after all, the death that lurks in your mind, <br />ask yourself, in truth, you wish for it, but you do not confront it <br /> <br />so, why not just live, and think some more, and just let it be <br />do not die, <br /> <br />open, open it, it is raining now, open it <br />do not close it, in your hand, this umbrella lies<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-wish-that-we-stop-thinking-for-a-while/
