Is This My Gift?

Thump, thump, thump, are the sounds of the beating heart.

All condensed in the gift wrapping of eternal love.

Look at all these layers I don’t know where to start.

This present I receive always changes how I relate to my spirit which is represented by a dove.

Is this my Gift?

Off in endless flight, my wings spread across manifested destiny.

The eyes of the eagle sees all there is to see

Is all there is to be, what does this mean?

How does this description of consciousness describe the entity that is called me?

Is this my Gift? Or is it a distortion of true reality?

Crashing on the rivers of the deep, nowhere to run, nowhere to retreat

Or is this a brutal game of constant flow, my waves dancing to the oceans beat.

My fate determined by an essence the humans call the moon.

My fate cannot be sealed fast enough, not a moment too soon.

Is this my Gift?

A life full of energy, rays protruding out of every part of me.

The maintenance of these systems is under my watchful eye.

An imbalance perfected by love, is this how it feels to just be?

A system so perfect I didn’t even have to try.

Is this my gift or is this my curse?

An existence played out on the solid physical reality.

Waiting for me to jump in and find out the meaning of my true worth.

Exploring the differences of life helps me figure out who I want to be.

Using this wonderful tool of not knowing brings to my mind, the nagging age old question.

Who is asking?

Who is this real ME? The me that somehow I can’t even see.

A gift is a gift and a curse is a curse.

The question of the day is who are you and what is it worth?

The sun shines and the moon reflects, all these functions are seen.

These eyes of perspective are open, a filter or what some may call the screen.

This opens up the doorways to perception the pathway to living this life.

All things are necessary until you realize the futility in strife.

Is this my Gift?

That question only you can answer, for only you have the equations to the problem.

One question you need to ask yourself is where does this question stem?

Who is the questioner? Is absolute reality where this question has always been?

No one but YOU can understand why when the question was asked.

"Who will go and find out all there is to know and bring back the answer?"

Your response in the form of an e-mail, the body written and the subject filled in.

Reading over your response you realize you are on a mission to physicality.

The only thing now to do is press send.

Dwayne Chamble.