And so we rest the mind.
Be whole with equilibrium’s water.
Gather up the sky and stand upon the roots of gravity.

And so we breathe the becoming moments and let them go.
Grow to the size of a seed’s dream come true.
And honestly embrace our own mortal ends gift.

And so we tend to time and all its living fictions.
Navigate the fears that occupy our world.
And dine on being spirit without measure; (or) without each our soul’s divide.

And so we contemplate our fluid fixations.
And wonder why the prison is.
To exhaust its selfish walls of control; transcend hatreds’ controlling reasons.

And so we realize the fuel of our delusional drives.
Embrace the gratitude of laughter and its hunger.
To spring all the winters of living depressions, owning choice of mind.

And so we heal the never-ending lessons that are never really lost.
And might we face the glory of our own sacred rot to become eternally undone.
And so we soil the world of children born to understand that all is not sand and dust’s fall

And so it rains, and burns, and grows and turns.
And gives and lives epochs like seconds.
And so we dream to think we know more than Nature’s offer.

And so you are … in flesh, one being.
Born to occupy your passing.
Be leaves of deeds a wave could vanquish.

Oh will, to be will of choice of will you be this dance with dying loving here.
And what freedom of thoughts abound.
Now free and freed to ask, yes ask important knowledge.

What have we forgotten?

© Copyright 7/27/2008 C.C. Arshagra

From the series and collection The Poetry of Good-bye Vol. title There Is No Hate (Unpublished work)

Art work by micmac