Why was I created?

Questioning my existence, whence I came? From nothingness
seeking answers, craving for redemption
beyond my perceived abilities
I pray in his remembrance.

What thought, what cause?
for I lay bare, my heart bereft
wondering in amazement, through the labyrinth of illusion
carved by alchemy, was brought to life
with the entire cosmos residing within.

This body but a vessel
made of flesh, dust and bones
patiently waiting for a sign
a call from my beloved, these senses
long for his presence, a divine intervention.

Thoughts and words, a silent prayer – soliloquy
longing to witness his grace of divinity
like a bride awaiting her lover
blessed and illuminated be that day, an honour.

Off I fly with angelic wings
to that land whence I belong
where questions and answers entwine in ecstasy
creating a rhythm of singularity, for
why was I created? What was the purpose?
who thrives within this awareness of all the elements?

What is that spark keeping me alive?
who nourishes me in my wake?
who am I when stripped of my name?
here with a purpose, not of my own accord
and leave will I, with his will.

Not of this earthly realm am I
for I belong to another world
performing life’s drama – joy, pain, pleasure and love
learning through experiences
my soul my guide takes me beyond
To the realm of light, the essence of my being.

 
 
 
 
 
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