Here is a space when you are there home alone.
Choice is inevitable.
Peace of mind, wholeness, the greatest options.
Opinions form eternally as you shape time’s house.
The soul-here is always the breathing…
Listen to creation.
What ends alone will appear to inhabit your space, domain, and mind.
Control nothing and remain free by the return of giving is.
Death becomes laughter when you do.
Laughter, like silence comes in all forms of volume.
Sleep can alone wake the noise of all that seems unbearable to share.
And so we say we dream here.
© Copyright 1/14/2009 C.C. Arshagra
From the manuscript/collection: Nothing’s Gone /The Poetry of Good-bye.
A POEM FOR PEACE OF MIND.