Purpose

As I move about, transient through towns, villages and even the madness of huge cities.

Purpose

As I meet the old strong farmer in love with his crops and land, the restaurant owner happy and sometimes not, to serve his/her customers. The young adult trying to make it in city life. 

Purpose

As I move about feeding myself in new places with foods which sources are unknown to me.

Purpose

As I witness the distraction in the faces on the people oblivious of the opportunity to connect with one another.

Purpose 

As I walk, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. At times with direction other times just following my feet. 

Purpose

This earth is my home, each part of it known or unknown. Why then, why sometimes does it feel so alien? If all of this is our land, my land. Why do we act as strangers not only to each other, but even to ourselves?

Purpose.  

Are we lost in a world of distraction? Are we busy in a world of compliance? Are we blinded in a world of beauty?

Purpose

No matter what we see, no matter what we believe and no matter what we think.... We are one, in this together. And separation will only bring us further from our....

Purpose.

Give a hand, give a smile, lift your gaze to connect, use your words to acknowledge and manifest. Touch lightly and move forward mindfully.

With purpose.