Soul’s Purpose

There is a vision that’s placed in my bones. It has taken root at my heart and begun to sprout. In extending my arms, I can feel the breeze of accomplishment and abundance embrace me. A conventional—strategised path is limited, for it’s the runway of flight I am journeying upon. Minds around me are slaves to gratification, validations, and results immediate, perch upon my sleeve like a hungry hawk with advice limited.

There is a vision that’s planted in my bones. Defining it with words, alphabetical — churns my gut into a muddle of unease; for every word sets a limit to the potential of ‘the doing’. Lose not patience with me, patience upon me. Oh! Dear world. Lose not your mind with me or the mind upon me. Oh! Dear world. If you choose to lose anything at all, lose your heart with me, lose your heart upon me, lose your heart to me. Oh! Dear world.

Only then will you see my soul’s purpose; unsullied, headed only to love, love, and love.