It’s deeper than that. Deeper than the surface, the grains of sand, the ocean. Deeper than the flesh, the bones. It’s all worthless if you serve no purpose. Deeper than bank accounts and possession amounts. We’re still searching. This game of life, we’re all players, until we dive deep, peeling back the layers. We’ve been dressed up, made up, to forget what we’re really made of… Just love.
Just a spirit.
Just a soul, without limits.
Just wondering where the winds were born, where they traveled from, and where they’re off to next. Just wondering how the oceans stay put, all that water, and only once in a while does she hurricane her tsunamis.
Now’s the time to check your baggage. What are you carrying? Everything can’t go, and in due time – none of it can go.
Check your baggage, what do you possess, – is it un·quan·ti·fi·a·ble?