Written by: Asheka Collins


For years I explored what my purpose was.
This thought consumed and plagued me;
 all hours of everyday.
I knew what I was doing was not it.

What could my purpose be?
Why does it evade me, so?
What could it possibly be?

Then all at once;
 it made perfect sense.

For when my current existence; crumpled.
Clarity hit me.
Loud and clear.
When all restrictions and limitations fall away;
And you go still.
You are clear of your purpose.

For it was with you all along.

You needed to be still and free of your own
Limitations and baggage to see it.