Questions

From dawn till dusk

I gather mere husk

But lose sight of the kernel beneath;

Yet when in leisure I bask

Am ripped apart by a flux

Deep down, probing questions seethe.



“Why am I?”

I ask with a sigh

Not making sense of my meandering life;

As a mere speck in the sky

“Why born, live and die?”

“What’s the point of daily drudgery and strife?”



From pillar to post

From hills to the coast

I run breathless and despairing for answers to those;

Return void from most

Innards in permafrost

I lie down on the grass, sunken and morose.



Then a voice little

Fragile and Brittle

Speaks from the deepest alcoves of my heart;



“Why despair?

Help is near.

Look inside – that’s the place you always start.



Every one of us were born with a plan

Every amoeba, every woman and man

Ours is not a senseless existence with pointless strife;

Our soul knows it all

Listen and you’ll hear it call

Turn inward; you’ll know your vocation in life.”



 Jayanta Ray

February 11, 2013