I’ve been given a body to act 
To accomplish what I desire with that 

And a mind to consciously control it
Steer it where it needs to go

If the mind starts instead allowing the body to control it
Desires will lead it forward 

Mind on leash 
Body behind the wheels 
The result is chaos 
Un contained

Calm controlled environments 
Make for a lovely appearance 
It’s not what’s inside them that matters
It’s how they can be used to make meaningful presentation 

Controlled chaos makes for 
Unity in diversity 
Which is beautiful
And much appreciated 

It’s not the chaos that is the problem 
It’s the control that prevents it from holding fort
And makes it appear beautiful instead 

Controlling chaos is an art
It’s a practice to the mind 
To teach it where it should draw boundaries 
And keep bad thoughts out from controlling you

This poem came to me at night and I wrote in down in my sleep as I was being woken up to jot it down as tiny notes. I think the following reason is why I was inspired to write this while sleeping. 

My home is almost always cluttered. Which makes my husband get upset with us most of the time. 

But I spend a lot of my time either reading, learning new philosophies, spending time with my children, or sleeping since I wake up in the night to write. I am peaceful inside. 

My son told me recently that it’s only because of who I am—since I didn’t go to work like every other person—that he is who he is today—one who doesn’t chase after things like alcohol, the way many of his peers do.