movement – body – flow

What would it feel like..

What would it feel like to be

What would it feel like to live your soul’s purpose?

What does that even mean?

Does it exist?

Does it have anything to do with the Bible, the Qu’ran, the Holy books?

Is it solo or not?

WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR?

In times of violence much hate much pain much confusion in my personal world and the outside world it’s hard not to imagine anything else?

But there is, there is, there is.

I see it everyday.

Some people call this privilege and others call this choice.

I cry everyday from emotional pain.

And then I realize that it’s not so bad. There’s way worse and these are the places that need my attention. With my thoughts, and choices.

It’s easy to be self-indulgent with emotion sometimes.

Where is my power!

I see my reflection in the stars, with the ocean, with my sisters, with my brothers. Sometimes it’s easier to see reflection where there is no emotional bond to confuse things and sometimes the opposite is also true.

I guess all we can do is trust the pain, cry and wait for the new day to arrive. Trust that it will be better than the ignorance of yesterday and feel your growing heart.

Perhaps instead of asking

why am I here

the question can be

what am I here to offer?

Because just as the ocean will never stop giving with her waves, it feels as though there is a secret to her replenishment that exists just beneath the surface.

Perhaps we can only understand what we are here for when we learn her first lesson of giving first.

To give as though it is a part of our blood

In that very act perhaps our answer to why we exsist might fall right out of our own palms.