We are here
not lightly.
It is not all
fun and games
nor hardship and woe.
We have an obligation
to fulfill.
We don't come here
knowing what it is
we learn it
through trial and tale.
Beholden to our life
is our purpose —
our real work.
Often hidden
because it is deep,
the deeper we open
the closer we come.
How do we know
what our obligation is?
When we find it
we can do nothing else.
It occupies us
obsesses us
scares and excites us.
We don't do it for money
or for someone else's cause.
When we discover it
we know it is real
and nothing can
take its place.
This is what
we are here to do.
All of our challenges
and hardships
lead us here.
This is the
home of our soul
yet, oddly enough,
we only know
what it is
once we have found it.
3 comments:
Beautiful, work. I sense you birthing yourself from within like creation birthing itself from within its own spaciousness. Wonderful
Thank you Tony! Yes, I am feeling that, with all the fear and excitement that comes with it.
What a beautiful poem, Sherrie. And very timely for my own life. Thanks for putting your thoughts down in such an eloquent manner and sharing them.
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