Why ARE you here?

The question, ‘Why am I here?’ causes a truly deep and penetrating exploration.  It can be a tough question to answer.  We think the answer comes from outside ourselves and mistakenly seek it in the eyes of others.
In more uplifting times, their purpose seems more clear perhaps.

In challenging times, people challenge their worth, their essence, their purpose. They might even wonder, “Why me?”

Some even doubt they have a purpose.

I believe we are here for a reason and a couple of questions Martha Beck, columnist for “O” Magazine,  posed are a great place to start the inquiry.

1. How do I want the world to be different because I lived?

2.  How do I want to be different because I lived in the world?

These questions brought to mind a poem I wrote almost 15 years ago after spending an afternoon meditating among the redwoods of northern CA.  It’s a bit long, so I’ll just include a few verses here.

In the depths of the forest, I discover my Soul
Its majesty calls me, beckons my heart
“Come. Sit. Be with me.” Spirit says
“Rejoice in my arms, for you are at home here.”

I still the chatter of my mind, sinking deep into the silence.
Retreating ever inwards, new sensations overcome me.
An orchestra emerges where there was once only absence of noise.
Birds sing to their lovers; a squirrel rushes home with its treasure.

Giant trees surround me, love me, cradle me in their arms
Seducing me with the fragrance of eternal life.
The scents of the centuries carry me back to the recesses of eternity
And forward to futures yet untold.

I dissolve into the tree, merging our Beings
Traveling through time recounting the lessons of life
Engraved in each ring darkened by the memories of the past.

At the center of existence, Now, This Instant is the beginning of Being.
Eternal and timeless, yet immeasurable in its brevity.
This moment of creation reaches forward causing futures unimaginable,
Countless possibilities for potential rings
Drawn by the thoughts and actions of today.

Choices reaching for Providence as tiny branches reach beyond the sun
Toward Infinite Wisdom, both Source and Destination.
Steps ordered in the Word of Spirit fly toward my destiny.
A fearless Life lived in Love and Joy

In the depths of the forest, I discover my Soul
Its majesty calls me, beckons my heart
“Come. Sit. Be with me,” Spirit says
“Rejoice in my arms, for you are at home here.”

What do YOU do to get in touch with yourself and connect with your higher purpose? Let me know.

One thought on “Why ARE you here?”

  1. Hi there Loretta,
    Like you name and like you topic!
    We both blogged about leadership and the forest this week! Snap.
    Thank you for the poem , really special.
    I like being near the ocean for getting in touch with myself. And right this moment it helps having my 12 year old son playing guitar in the background as I write. It is a gorgeous world!

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