August 01, 2018

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - WORK

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - WORK



Work

The steps move on,
 I try to be calm,
 but find it difficult .
 my creation coming
into existence
right in front of my eyes.

I feel an emotion,
that is joy,
 and a wonder
at a world that
 has not found
 it to date.

I wonder how
 I got lucky.
 It is too good,
 yet so simple…

This, this feeling
 of ecstatic creation
 is the birthright of all.

Yet, it is unknown.
People are running
 without a purpose,
and I want to catch
the first person ,
look into him
and ask,
 “ Why? Get out of it! Forget it!”

I feel confident,
over confident,
in my solitude and
only I know it-
all pain, all fears, guilt-
all the things
 that mean nothing die.

I find it easy
to live and by
that very fact , I know,
it has become impossible
 to live in this world.

But I know
I can take it,
 I see through people,
 even love, because
I have become detached.

Strange it is, alone,
 even in a crowd,
almost hypocritical.

I steel myself, calm,
 knowing fully
 the battle ahead.

I seek to be now alone,
 this earth beckons me,
calls me, speaks to me,
 and I feel the infinitude,
 of being part of this earth
and the earth a part of me.,
 like the first man on earth!