The wound is, and life lands
To lose youth to pain’s age
Tomorrows came to cover you
And the hemorrhaging of it all

To mind days of love’s endless battle with will
The treatments and drugs and the scalpels’ tear sealed
Whilst lo, your guard of love protected receiving
The subject of: You are an object to save

The study and practice of treating the unknown
The science of mystery fed by narcotics
An oath of God-nature with a license to heal
Controlled by the most faithful desperate pleas pricing

Oh how —God would teach you —the long ends of pain
How love’s guilt could rear up your sins living end
The will of your love for life grew ever-strong
Till here alone your plight withstood the fell time

The wound is, and living life lands
To win wars of pain and rest not: more the same
To conquer controlling your dividing mind vice
To be love and be all wars’ opposites vying

Then lo, time’s technology beat what is mortal
The heart was not going to kill you —The mother
What pain now knew so did your fight to recover
And Death’s loss was measured by what war was won?

Then the day comes to know you cannot survive death
You cannot defeat life, love, or your soul’s self
There is no war questioning how your soul forms
Long —you are still here, (lost?) fighting with pain

So you lay down your arms and say ‘Let the storms come,’
And lo, what you always have known as defeat
Was a storm’s profound calm, and immeasurable peace
Your fight to fix life broken —fell to its knees

To undergo living life here —sow to grow
You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone
And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe
But were rained on by stones you have thrown

Now all that pain taught you was still close at hand
You have only to move your mind’s wrathful command
And crush all things mortal with suffering’s might
And price your pride is wrong and paid by you’re right

How pain has (constantly) taught you so well
But who lives within one sane heavenly hell?
If nothing is just the beginning of life
And death is a gift earned by one’s honest path

Yet in pain’s domain —all wars cannot be one
For pain less its life, fears your own wholeness shared
Pain can not grasp not protecting its face
Its purpose is to trust no one but itself

A dichotomy of answers held hands stretched apart
And mind you they never must form one love’s cup
To pool the world quenching pain’s love beyond thirst
And keep not the share of all swallowing others

Forever pain weighs it must not grow extinct
Its powers of fortune fear losing its’ plight
But love comes and offers it freedom from this:
Fore-save pains lost knowledge of healing itself

And the wound is, and now life is the future was
Living has reached your eyes’ soul
And blindness has forced you to see your soul’s ravel
Through the loom of Good’s Evil & Evil’s Good travels

Soul steps are here, as it all turns too real.
Physical stones tied to spirit’s unknown
By webs of raw innocence; faultless at birth
Blamed now and weighed at survival’s sane cliff

Being’s form growing has gifted you this
The days are now filling with priceless relief
And more now what lessens inverted dimensions
Still your wing’s flights are delayed by flight lessons

Sum love impossible is being born
How you cry at the gorge of your brain’s fabric torn
For pain is a headstone awaiting its’ site
But peace of mind can’t find its plot on this earth

It’s here; being born, like the nose on your face
Now the wind gives you all the breath you need
The healing choice of pain ends; old wounds will die
Lay down your harm-laden weapons of fault

For all faults are done!
There is no reward!
You are here now!
Harm none; include self!

Live you are
Hereby one self and no more
Respect death’s gift
Moment by soul-moments form

Heal pain and others will be led by you
Heal pain and other will be healed by you
Let go of pain’s will
For this is

Your choice

© Copyright 1/9/2008 C.C. Arshagra
From “the Poetry of Good-bye” Sereis and collection (Unpublished work)

The inspiration for this poem