We spend our lives trying to remember
Why we came,
To get back to who we are
And who we yearn to be.
It’s a nostalgia that we attach to people and places
But that truly belongs to us.
In all the mess, the ego, the self-aggrandisement
Who am I?
What lesson was it that I came to learn?
What quality did my soul notice I was missing?
In support of our search
The universe unfailingly orchestrates the circumstances.
And because we forgot why we came.
We wrestle and complain
That we were the authors of this latest pain
And we blindly do
Anything to make it go away,
But, curiosity brings wisdom
And wisdom brings back the remembrance
It sets in motion the opening of the gate
To a vision of who we are
And begrudgingly at first
Conclude that we don’t want anything
To be different from how it is.