Life Is.... - Poem by Bullion Grey
Is life mean't to be achievement? Is it mean't to be winning?
Is life for getting wealthier? Is it mean't to give all I have away?
Is life for fighting others? Is it for fighting self?
Is life a story to be lived? Or is it a report to be followed?
What could life be? What could life mean? Anything....I guess.
Life is an acronym: Living In Full Expression: L.I.F.E.
What expression will I be? Shall I express things of ugliness?
Shall I express things of beauty? What shall it be for me?
Could there be a definitive 'purpose' for every life?
I think there is, as a matter of fact. I can see it clearly.
Life is, in it's ultimate time, for growing into greater Awareness.
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