My heart,
My soul -
What is your purpose?
Why are you here?
To love, to love, to love.
Sometimes I feel I might explode
and it scares me.
I feel emotions of others and pain
An ocean all around, always.
I see, feel helpless, want to embrace all the parts that are cracked in all that exists.
Some days, I feel so small.
An observer and disconnected, gathering.
Quaking in the truth of the separateness,
Longing for connection.
What is this life and our purpose?
Every day, if it is my last day, did I love?
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