POEM: Life Purpose (with AUDIO)

Today I invite you to explore your purposeless purpose. To abandon your plans and job lists and achievement goals. Instead, find good food and eat it. Rest. Bend with the challenges of life, do not fight them. You have no control. Wait patiently with the season. Be still when required. Be busy when required. Be the blackbird, be the tree, be the moth, be the squirrel. Let time stretch and unfold before you in the wonder of your unique eyes looking at a universe that looks back at you.

Life Purpose

The blackbird pecked at the frozen white ground

I asked him to define what purpose he found

He chattered at me in an angry tone

My purpose is food, now leave me alone

The wind blew in furious gusts through the branches bare

Leafless trees swayed in the cold winter air

I asked them to define what goals they had set

To bend with the wind to weather the threat

The moth had settled in a sleepy cocoon

I asked if he had plans for his life over too soon

He shooed me away muttering as he closed his eyes

My plans will be set by the warm spring skies

The squirrel was too busy with scamper and dig

To stop and answer my questions he gave not a fig

I saw he was productive in achieving his aims

I admired his focus without distracted games

Then he sat on his haunches with a frown on his brow

Shaking his head as he perched on the bough

You humans, so shallow, so petty, so devoid of a clue

You make plans, set goals, need purpose so true

With your desire for achievements and job lists to tick

Your time structured days in lives over so quick

Learn you nothing from blackbird, or moth or tree?

Must your mind ever be rushing towards deaths endless sea?

I looked once more at the blackbird pecking, the tree swaying

I watched the cocoon as it lay with the long grass splaying

I lifted my face to feel the change on the wind

I saw the seasons stretched taut, time twisted and thinned

My goals and achievements were left there to grieve

As a human story I had been made to believe

The squirrel had returned to his warm lair

I stood alone without purpose in the cold winter air

PS. Let’s play spot the squirrel. How many can you see? Which one spoke to me?

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