“Purpose”
So many objects appear full of purpose,
to be happy that,
their gain is no catastrophe.
The waves of gaining aren’t difficult to find,
though it may feel like a catastrophe.
I gain something each and every day.
I proceed, gaining deeper, gaining beyond
with clouds in the sky, I explore.
An adventurous world, a life well spent.
None of these created a catastrophe.
I met a beautiful soul.
I gained happiness,
my unhappiness went.
The waves of gaining aren’t difficult to find.
There was no catastrophe.
I gained peace of mind,
beautiful boundless, bliss.
An empire, so pure, with infinite time,
infinite love.
It was no catastrophe.
It was crystal clear.
The waves of gaining weren’t difficult to find
once I let go,
once I opened myself up to the world.
Though, at first, it felt like a catastrophe.