Longing for the meaning of life,
To grasp its essence, its purpose—
From you, and only you.
Since the moment you fashioned me,
I have wondered—what was it
You blew into me?
Was it the pulse within my heart,
The breath that rises and falls?
Was it your radiant wisdom,
Your melodious word,
Or your command—
To which I must yield, willingly or not?
Did you place yourself within this frame,
This vessel of flesh and bone,
Binding my heart to your eternal rhythm—
An art only you could teach?
And when I mastered this sacred art,
You bestowed speech upon me.
In that instant, I became
The pinnacle of your creation,
Set apart from all else.
Speech flows from you;
You are the speaker—
Speaking through my tongue,
Unveiling your truth,
Telling your story through me.
MyKoul
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