A LIFE OF PURPOSE - MY PLACE OF WORK

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - MY PLACE OF WORK

My place of work

I sit at my desk,

In my own office,

In my own world.

It always seems solemn.

A deep peace fills me,

Almost infinite.

It looks as if the

whole world is in my hands,

Mine to give shape , purpose, reality.

Sometimes it becomes unbearable

And then I have to stop and

let myself be and feel it all.

My place of work is my home,

My first home.

I feel at home on this earth,

Serene, joyous and limitless work

and opportunity filling my mind.

And my place of work as an anchor

Rooting me, giving me

infinite strength and blissful life!

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - THE GENIUS

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - THE GENIUS

THE GENIUS

The sheer mental muscles,

developed and perfected

over hours, days, months, years

of using one’s brain…

A brain that knows no

barriers, has broken them

long long ago…

An ability to go towards

perfection – sheer perfection –

anything that one touches.

Miraculous hands!

Miraculous eyes!

                                                         Miraculous brain!

Completely childlike, serene,

Serious, joyous, reveling in

laughter because it cannot

conceive of pain, passivity,

slackness.

An extreme independence,

unsocial, innocent, pure,

wants only to be left alone.

Extreme emotions because

life is taken seriously too

seriously whether it is

anger, joy, love.

Passionate – a mind never still,

never resting, insomniac,

thinks in dreams too,

filling every moment

with leaps of imagination.

Too much work done,

unbelievable, wondrous,

unimaginable.

Effort taken to the

extreme limits.

A nobility that is too

Much, everything too much

and too good and too true!

Yet at the end things made

simple, obvious, clear,

As if it is flowing naturally

and no effort is there!

That is the miracle!

That is genius!

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!