C.C. Arshagra

The funny air … a smile on your soul eminating face

And I am just the whale of poems

And you hate poems

Come to the funeral of we are all born here
Attend to lost lives, which gives meaning to our hands

I’m going
to die now,
just
to become wind

And become ,,,

...to ask important knowledge.

What have we forgotten?

the Death-Gift

(truly, then honestly) be

Mirror-mirror

a meaning now
too relative
to pass you by

apparent as the invisible

Oh, that dying time!

The underconscious … ( ... here to trust what whole being is)

Innocent as dreams possessed

denial is

To be once true
And then anew

Sung ti the tune: "Amazing Grace"

The quantum visibility of life

(Somehow somenow undiscovered)

Come.

We are all invited to laugh at Love’s funeral.

Dreams do swim … waterlines of consciousness

diversities, come

And here is the nexus of gratitude is.