Already enlightened
already complete.
Purpose is here now
It is not a destination.
It is here right now.
To make a contribution
is to be here now.

Light and darkness,
Lies on our souls,
Pure actions,
Acclaimed by,
Purest of intentions,
Makes us whole,
ill biased actions,
Consumes The light,
Makes us wither,
Drown, succumb to The darkness.

You'll never be As beautiful,
As you are now,
We shall never re-live this moment,
Again,
But will be Forever Stored up in our minds,
As memories,
My life, your life,
A insignificant speck of dust,
In The vast universe.

Do what Makes you happy,
Don't invest in regrets,
Cherish every moment,
Savour every breath,
Every moment,
Can be The last,
Or The best,
For god's reside up,
Up in our head's.

It is to be on Winter's Eve,
  a holiday for two.
And how the snow will dance for thee,
  with hair matching to boot.

In both its length and in its sway,
  your strands of golden sun
will radiate our merry days
  and blind out lonely ones.

Wine for now to celebrate what
  will only be two weeks.
Wine again to celebrate, but
  these weeks to be the least!

As feast for two will soon be three
  then four, no five or more!
I cannot wait, a father, me?
  Children of ours be born!

Purpose of life, we shall have; share
  our life's meaning we will.
As us to them and they to theirs,
  we will grow old fulfilled.

Not if but when the snow winds storm,
  of me you'll find no sin.
For coat and drink will lack the warmth
  as family's love within.

I take solace in the flowers,
They bloom and are beautiful,
They bring joy and meaning,
They smile at the sun, turning into the light,
Perhaps I wish I could be a flower,
They are all that I strive to be.

If you think about it
Taste
Is simply our mouth’s perception
Of food
A label
Way to identify
The real purpose
Is to be broken down
For fuel, to patch up, to help us grow
Basically construction material
Yet
We put so much emphasis on taste
We identify food with it
We have chefs
We have critics
We have pastry chefs
We have sous chefs
We have so many different varieties, cuisines, etc etc etc
Yet, it’s a whole field, a whole profession, a big deal out of nothing
As we humans are so skilled at doing
Yet,
Is it nothing?
Truly?

Not everything needs significance
Or meaning.
Time and time again I
Hear that every poem has a purpose but what
If the purpose is to be purposeless or to just exist.
Not everything needs to be significant
Got it?

Meaning is no more than
A word and
Time will
Tell that
Everyone is searching for that word
Running in circles to find a value that others assign.
So tell me what the meaning of this is. Tell me like you always do.