What makes you what you claim to be
Asked the very essence of Life to me
As I presented myself in front of it
Seeking solely to adhere to the wishes of the skies;
Which stipulate that I am to hold on to it;
As long as Existence would allow me to!
Why, I know not about that,
I just be, as stars do,
I just be, as flowers do,
I just be, as oceans and waves do,
I just be, as I am meant to be
Mysterious and enigmatic
Loving and forgiving
Tolerant and peaceful
Sometimes swirling in the mundane plane
At other times, soaring in the yet unseen ones!
Pray, when the world and its origin
Remain as enigmatic puzzles
Who am I to bother about deciphering myself?
My own meaning remains smouldered in that of
The entire Universe,
A yet to be expounded body
A yet to be uncovered expanse
A yet to be explored mass!
Why, Life, made up of your own subaqueous essence
Accept me as I claim to be
Synchronize with me
Ask no questions
Simply learn to cling on to the vines that protrude from my being
And enjoy the ride with me!