Most days I’m contemplating my purpose
“What fulfills me,
what makes me want to get out of bed each day”
Is it that morning cup of tea?
The one filled with fresh leaves and medicinal herbs to match
Or perhaps it’s the silence that fills the morning air
Gazing at the sun as it rises up behind the clouds
Is it that first moment I hear my voice
Rumbling with power, making its presence known
Or maybe its moments that are filled with ease;
Where the wind is so still, I can hear God clearly
Nursing my cup of tea with tears streaming down my face
Feeling the One’s sweet caress in the depths of my being
Oh, and what of that morning stretch!
Spreading out my limbs until they can go no further
…Then coaxing them to spread just a little more
Making room for newness, taking up space I am owed
Pondering: “What fulfills me?”
What enables me to continue?
Is it the times I sit at my desk and let words fly from my heart onto paper
Praying that each sentence makes sense
Praying it is coherent
That others can feel the words I speak
Or will be moved by the words that move me
What fulfills me?
What makes life worth living?
I’ll admit,
Connection, purpose, love, and divinity is all that I seek
But whilst I continue on this endless search;
Living countess lifetimes, enduring a thousand deaths
At the end of my journey, I ascertain that it never was about finding
But was simply awakening,
Remembering,
And finally embodying
Genuinely Jannah 