The Passion of My Purpose
Enclosed in a frame of emotions, feelings and experiences.
My eyes look to the vastness of empty space and question.
Are these my eyes and my ears? Are they ways to convey my desires and fears?
The questions lingers and my soul takes up the task to answer the unanswerable.
Situations, events and data all stream across the vast ocean of my being.
Looking for ways to experience the essence of what is true.
That explains why for some reason I can feel myself inside of you.
The information that I call my life, all the concepts, fears and strife.
They all beat me down and you know what, sometimes I don’t even have a clue.
So what can I do when the questions and the incoming answers all lead me back to you?
When the dirt of the grave has been sealed and your existence here is what you see as true.
When the passions of life are so, that they increase the desires of what I do not know.
I’m feeling light and free, wow this feels like it just came over me.
An exercise in life is what my wet suit is for; I dive into the waters of the deep.
Wait, this is a feeling I never felt before, no words can convey what I feel.
In my heart my awareness begins to kneel, in front of the power and the glory.
All wrapped up now in a being that I now call me, “kick your legs and swing your arms to swim”.
Is what I heard ringing out loud and clear, oh well I’m already here, what else is there to fear?
The passion for swimming is what I now enjoy every day, floating on my back.
Enjoying a warm and peaceful summer day, only it feels like the beginning of May.
What do I see in the distance, is that someone else in the water, possibly a friend?
We move closer and closer to each other, waiting to see what this encounter might bring.
You teach me and I’ll teach you, those were the words that I spoke to you.
Way back on the fateful summer day, my heart’s love will always be stuck in agony.
The friend I lost, drowning in despair, depression and hate, I wish his destiny I could remake.
Now raising your son is my eternal test of character, will I live and let live?
Or let the pain of loss hurt you, you and you, eventually spreading to all of us.
One night I slept, meditating on all of the life that I have kept.
Safe in my loving embrace, all of them not knowing the purpose behind their call to arms.
Back and forth my desires give chase to the destinies that one day.
Will hang around my neck like a jewel of lotus charms.
The passion behind my purpose, this is what life shows me.
The way we become who we envision ourselves to be, acted out on a stage that we call reality.
One day this will bring me back to the purpose behind my passions.
Like deep, deep roots leading up to the eternal flame dancing under the tree.
What this conveys to me, is the age old question.
What is the passion behind my purpose?
To BE or not to BE?
This question can only be answered.
By the purpose that drives the being that I call me.
Dwayne Chamble
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