a soul is stained, muted by its instinct to survive
chained to what you believe you are
and to what you presume to possess
which of your belongings will you take with you?
indeed, what have you come with that you can ever give away?
even as charity?
seems to me that nothing can truly be owned, only transferred
let your soul sparkle; seek freedom with full awareness
maybe you are already liberated but you know it not
unveil yourself from all the answers that mask you
survival is for those who are weary
and the only purpose of having a purpose in life
is to feed the ego, to stifle your capabilities