What then is your Purpose?
There are things the mind cannot phantom,
Only in the place of honest gratitude,
Neither is the eyes meant to see,
Only when, closed and yielded,
Values become priorities,
A place cash cannot inspire.
There is a spare in the universe that unlocks wealth,
Only a heart which contentment finds can pluck,
A spirit joint to a Spirit to be the overflow of splendor,
Only in silence do you see the unseen, but by a cautious work do we bloom.
So when you find the seventh place at the northern star,
You would have become Him, a place where only purpose motivates,
What then is your purpose?
