After searching for goals
For reasons why I live
I failed to find one
That deserves my valued life
I cannot change
Cannot choose
Everyday passes, passes and forgets me
Everyday I decide to change
But I wake up Everyday the same
For so long that is how I live
Wasting time and choices
Is it about choices?
A goal, a target, or an end?
An End!
To exert your whole life for an end!
A one thing that is not assured!
How come that we surrender everything
For a point that might be….
Simply… A Mirage
Then I realized that it is not a goal
Nor a target to achieve after a time
But a way… a route… and a stance
An approach of immortality, of living
Forever after passing away
An attitude of taking a way... The way
Of love, the way of immortality
But how?
Shall I live for me?
Increase what I have?
Cultivate my gifts,
And reap them more and more?
Is that a success?
A meaningful life to live?
What to choose and where to go?
I am confused
I will confess
I need to nurture my talents
I need to harvest my gifts
Coz I feel at the end
I’ll be asked about my job,
My time and my choices
But all will to be gone
The many and the one
All, from ashes, to ashes will be gone
All that from dust, to dust will run
I am ashes, I am dust
I am here, to be gone
Is that true?
Is that real?
What is real?
A vision came... and always come:
There are mediums here and there
Secrets in life that are everywhere
Not seen, but around, every now and then
Mediums called life
Invisible, but visible
Invisible for the body
But visible to the soul
Unseen for the mortal
But seen for the eternal
Regarded as goals
But believed to be a way…
Slavery to the earthly, to the finished,
To the aim
And mastery to life, to love, to mean
It’s living the world’s life,
Not to gain, not to reach
Not to have, not to win
Living as a human, using what I have
To Live for the other,
And God for me
Live to love. Perfect!
To help, and to give
Anywhere you choose,
And anytime you accept
Then, come back… Home
