When we were the "Little Ones"

Adored

Trying to figure out the world

It's contradictions

I'm sure we all were

Gaga goo goo

Observing and mimicking

Developing

Eyes

How to see the reality

In front of us and how to

Look,

To find what pulls us

Forward seeking

Passions of Existence

To find One/self     to belong...

In the experience that is

Symbiotic

Shapes a whole of a world

As its people-folk-kindred

Family and meaning

Be Purposeful

The Quests are placed before us

Implored by life to explore,

Grab it by the horns

And dream big

All the s'more's!

Remembering when I was yay big

I did not think to see

The moments of / by "needing"

To ask those big questions...

Who am I?

(I was a kid then, pulled out of poverty
  The third world minutiae,
  Happy go lucky with happy meals
  Happy childhood)

Why am I here?

(Back in the day I worried mostly
  Disappointing my mother & god
  Got good grades a decent good boy-guy)

What is the purpose of All this?

(Who am I asking all this, why?)

Who do we answer to?

Will looking up fall on bended knee
Shouting at the sky
Answer you?


When in my awakened grown ups

Experience I learn I realized

I was always searching for the Truth

In all of this...

          For true love

                 For  A life as golden

Not with such riches

But the preciousness of births

Hearts that resounds absolute

With Beloved.

Those who rise above it.