The Reason to Live

When in life all that we have built
Gets washed away like castles in the sand,
When the dreams and ideals we chased have all been stilled,
By the cold and power, irreverant hand of Earth,
When suddenly we realize
All that beautiful ideals, purpose and meaning
Were just fleeting shadows on the wall!

When all that we had stood for,
With passion and conviction,
Is suddenly questioned, doubted, torn apart, and forgotten,
When the very ground beneath our feet
Feels just a sham!

When driven by immediate utility,
Convenience, and comfort,
All is forgotten, all is forsaken,
And abandoned, we stand alone in the dark,
The void raises a deafening question in silence:
What is the reason to live?

In that darkness of hopelessness and despair,
A tiny spark of light flickers,
From somewhere deep within,
A gentle whisper calls out softly,
Isn’t that each moment is an eternal story in itself?
Isn’t that every breath we take,
Every smile we share,
Every tear we shed,
Is a testament to our existence?

Every thought, every action,
Every breath, every heartbeat,
Is an end to itself!
Not a means to an undestined,
uncertain, ever-changing future!

The whisper from within sings -
O heart, learn to quench your thirst
From the well of the present moment,
As an expression of your true being -
Of Truth, of Beauty, of Goodness!
Let every moment take birth and be completed in itself,
At the offering at the altar of this eternal transaction!
Blossoming in the joy of ever enhancing next moment,
With the only agenda,
Each moment lived fully, deeply, completely,
Not as a means, but an end in itself!

The reason to live,
Is not a singleton goal to be achieved,
The purpose of life
is not a remote destination to be reached
Far away in the wild womb
of an external uncertain future,
In the rosy land of mirages out there & then!
But the purpose is sown with labor,
And nurtured with love,
One moment at a time,
In the sacred sanctum in here & now!

And when the moment perishes
In the wilderness of the incognisable forgetful past,
A new moment is born,
With a fresh promise,
To dig the gold of Truth, Beauty and Goodness!
Right in here & now!

The future imagined and planned,
Purposed and strived for,
Certainly is the starting point in the dark.
But let the mind not be deluded,
In mistaking that imagined future,
As a certainty to be grasped,
For the future is but a mirage!
A mirage that is important to start,
But not to sustain the journey of life!
Not to be the reason to live!

For the physicality of life,
Knows none but utility and convenience,
Comfort and survival!
That is the direction of the body,
the stone, the hide, the bones, the institutions of the Earth.
That is the journey of the Earth.

But there is another journey,
That is partaken by Man,
The journey of the Spirit,
Right here and now,
Reclaimed out of the same Earth,
Same stone, hide, the bones and the institutions of the Earth,
As an expression of Truth, Beauty and Goodness,
Fuelled by Love - only Love!

So, the inner whisper continued to sing -
Live Love, every moment,
In all its fullness,
In all its depth,
In all its completeness,
As an end in itself!
Expressing in newness of creation,
Truth, Beauty and Goodness,
Completing the Dot of Gold,
whole and complete here & now,
And venturing towards
creating another Dot of Gold
In another new here & now!
In that virtuous cycle of Life,
An eternal creativity unity of life,
Giving the un-ending reason to live!