why am I here, still?
at this time, in this place, within this vessel?
what am I to be, to do, to contribute –
here in this body, space and time?
been seeking since I’m ten,
since consciousness set in:
who, what, whose am “I”?
there are no accidents, it is said.
every thing, every one has its space and purpose –
its raison d’etre.
does one have to unequivocally and consciously know it – one’s purpose
in order to live it, be it, fully manifest it?
what of those who cannot clearly see nor feel it,
where purpose is faint, elusive, scattered – silent, silenced?
we can live purpose regardless of blindness?
led, driven, propelled from deep within
by an invisible yet strangely tangible Force,
one that whispers imperceptibly yet very clearly:
“don’t worry, my beloved, I got this; I got you. Always. B’lieve that.”