What Purpose?


How is it that people
act as if their lives
have some kind of purpose?
Daily routine, same story
told again and again. For
what, I ask? These life
rituals are dandelion
fluff in the wind.

Most do not have a clue
about their true essence,
that underlying beingness
where overdue bills,
sagging skin, one more
purchase…none of this matters.

Most people never give this
a thought. They assume only the
spiritual greats have the
knowing about themselves,
but each of us carries
this seed of divinity…just
waiting for us to claim
our true selves.

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13 Responses to What Purpose?

  1. Tara says:

    Reblogged this on by divine-design and commented:
    And so it is….


  2. redgladiola says:

    Thank you, I needed this poem today. I hope the seed in all of us will bloom. =)


  3. MW Moore says:

    Just a little share, I had hopped to make my 100th post…memorable; reblogging this was it. Thanks


  4. MW Moore says:

    The definitions of he words or at least their broader context, seem to have been omitted from most “Western” education: purpose, worth and self. Pity, when you strive to understand one the others are so very clear.
    peace out


  5. ajoyoflife says:

    Hello Pat,

    I just came across your blog and I really appreciate this poem! You got straight to the heart of it in so few words. Many times I think to myself, “Can it possibly be that we were brought here to simply fuss about paying the rent and what party a certain celebrity attended?”. I found that I truly began living when I poked my head out of the foggy cloud I was swimming in and suddenly understood that I’m here to experience myself as Life itself. What freedom! What joy! You start to create magic and everything that you express becomes your art that you bring to the world. Thank you for your words, a great reminder!

    Much love from Canada.. Margarita 🙂


    • Pat Cegan says:

      Oh, Margarita, how beautifully you share with us. Life is so much simpler than we make it, yet the paradox is that it is so grand that one can never truly perceive its greatness. Do come again and share your wonderful views of life. hugs, pat


  6. TotalEclipse says:

    Purpose is relative. If you’re lucky, wisdom comes after 50, and if it doesn’t come – well what does it really matter when we have infinity? Life has passages. Some are packed with doing, some are packed with doing nothing. Which provides more to the soul? The only reality is Cosmos, the rest but a dream.


    • Pat Cegan says:

      “…the rest is just a dream” yes, illusions woven with illusions. I love what you have written here. Thank you for adding your wisdom. hugs, pat


  7. Robert says:

    It’s too easy to be bogged down 🙂


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