The View from Here

For so long I have wondered,

What is the meaning of life?

Why am I here?

What am I meant to do? To be?

So many years spent searching,

My quest unclear,

Masked by the fog of my ignorance,

My arrogance. 

I was a human doing

Instead of a human being. 

Finally, as lines cross my face and gray frosts my hair,

I embrace the stillness that has eluded me all along. 

I see so clearly now, my blindness gone,

My heart filled with joy,

For I understand now what the meaning of life is. 

So pure, so simple, so precious;

The meaning of life is love,

To give it,

To receive it,

To become it.