And every breath is born here.
And here is the nexus of gratitude is.
Birthing the moment lives and now dies so exquisitely.
And peace is home to the wake of each moment’s dissipating end.
And so you are.
And you are still now.
And stillness is never without motion.
The moving of life is a gift housed in the understanding flux of time transpires.
The microcosmic truths are always dancing to the song forming.
Both needs and wants desire to know hunger and find fuel for the feeding of questions unknown.
And the faces of all enemies are only known by diets of fear.
Myths go on without experiencing the body of laughter
And bliss is growing to kiss the ends of oxygen,.
And all-the–while aging is inside a baby where nothing can make nothing turn into love.
Sleep is resting in the wait of conflicts end.
And all the hungry realities are guaranteed the limits of war without end.
The unconscious waves of mind lap upon the body of time’s shore.
While the top of the food chain forgets to eat with love
And instead survives to feed on extinction.
And the ego’s grateful dying is a giving gift that dies into the leaving gift
And the leaving gift is always here on the stage of life
Performing the fine art of living.
Therein lies the rub of the earth’s sphere touching the curtain beyond the empty giving.
And still the planet’s lifetime is being occupied by the ego’s keep.
And the many important layers of time and stories told by rock.
As the world is always eroding the land of who you are, who you will be, and when you become again children.
Eternal dreams are not afraid of love’s being or beauty when light appears empty.
Come wake the dreams of every breath is honestly shared with you.
Live in the nexus of gratitude is here and now before you die all the time.
© Copyright 2008 5/14/2008 C.C. Arshagra
This poem is from the manuscript title “The Oxygen Garden / Love Nature Poetry” (Unpublished Work) please visit donate to C.C. Arshagra at his home site www.ccaopoet.com in appreciation for this and other works being shared with you here!
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And every breath is born here.
And here is the nexus of gratitude is.
Birthing the moment lives and now dies so exquisitely.
And peace is home to the wake of each moment’s dissipating end.
And so you are.
And you are still now.
And stillness is never without motion.
absolutely amazing C.C!!!! love this! well done!
Ushna, I thank you from my core.
Love when words are pulled from the poem.
I thank your listening blood, bones and breath,
– C.C. Arshagra
WOW WOW WOW…..simply amazing!!!!!!! Oh I have read this so many times and still have to read it again……Ins Fav……sensational work!!!!!!!
Wow! A triple wow! thank you Trish!
– C.C. Arshagra
I will read this over and over again … we are caught in the net of time and the paths mapped out for us and at the same time we are free to let our souls fly and become anything we want!
This is so beautiful my dear C.C.
Thanks Jen, Heal on and keep in touch.
– C.C. Arshagra
Many truths covered here, C.C. I found the line ‘Sleep is resting in the wait of conflicts end.’
totally reverberating within me.
Yor reveberation is the meaning of the word poerty. Thank you Silvia.
– C.C. Arshagra
i am speechless
No you are not. I have seen your paintings!
– C.C. Arshagra
Congratulations!!!! huggles – Group Host
Thanks Ushna, Hope you like the new poem I posted. You and you new group concept inspired it! Thanks again
CC
– C.C. Arshagra
Stunning piece of writing. xxoo
This is so awesome