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Purpose of Existence

The Purpose of My Existence A billion stars, a single flame, In countless seeds, I found my name. From crores of sparks, one soul took flight— A chance, a breath, a blink of light. The sun rose not for kings alone, Nor rain to kiss just golden stone. The air is free, the sky is wide, Yet humans build their walls inside. They chase and cling, they crave and bind, A restless sea, a storming mind. They seek in names, in blood and face, A lasting home, a sacred space. But ego builds a house of sand, It falls when touched by truth’s own hand. And in that fall, the soul can see— I am not this — I am the sea. The Infinite holds none apart, It beats in every human heart. Yet man, in pride, draws lines and gates, And thus invites his restless fate. But when the mind turns deep within, And sheds the weight of pride and sin, Then silence sings a song so sweet— The soul and God at last may meet. No more the hunger, no more the race, No more the masks on time’s old face. For once I knew my truest core, I craved the fleeting world no more. I need my food, my shelter, clothes, But not the endless want that grows. The chase is done, the search is still— My heart aligned to Higher Will. And now I speak, in joy and peace, "My seeking ends, my doubts release. I found the truth, no longer blind— The purpose of my life… is Mind aligned."

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Date: 6/5/2025 9:05:00 AM
I'll Sea Yo'r Crore and Raise You Koti ????. :)
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Malabika Guha Mustafi
Date: 6/5/2025 9:14:00 AM
Can you elaborate? Thanks
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Meru Groen
Date: 6/5/2025 9:11:00 AM
The merging of mind and body! Hi, I saw your name when I submitted my poem, so I clicked on the first one and read the poem, thinking it was a little bit like how I write, and I liked it.

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