Deep in sleep, in my dream time
I searched for my inner voice
I searched for purpose of my life
Is it what am I born to do
Why was I born ?
and I asked the question deep inside with consciences
Beyond the theory of thought, beyond the physics, deep in
bowels
In the space where i connect to the infinite universe
where I can be thrown into the raging storm of 'not
knowing''
and the answer hit me in with immense gravity of
understanding
you are your own purpose
nothing less and nothing more
a bundle of Aspirations, purpose and doings
it all is in me, existing in my soul
and the only thing holding back it from me
are the division created
with my own mind
And by the Words like
'I' and 'My' and 'Me'
