For what purpose, please tell me Dear, Have You've placed us on Earth here? We find ourselves alive in a world where, as far as we can recall, we didn’t choose to be and where we must spend a while—a few decades at the very most—and then depart. What, we might wonder, is the ultimate purpose, if any, of this elaborate exercise: of arriving here, spending some time and then departing? The quest to know if this earthly life does indeed have an ultimate purpose becomes even more

Won’t You my curiosity satisfy And say to me the reason why Life on Earth we must undergo, For, this purpose I don’t know.   I wish I knew, I wish You’d tell, In words clear to me You’d spell, Why You’ve made it thus to be, Oh, please explain it all to me!   Some may say this life’s absurd, But I won’t agree till I’ve heard From Your lips this bold claim, Confirming this to be the same.   Till then my hope I won’t let die That there’s a good reason why You make us here a whil

Why, I wonder, have You put us here, On Your Earth, for a short time mere. Maybe it’s a game You make us play, Other than this, what can one say? It’s You who decide, You who decree, And for us it’s only to meekly agree. We can’t say ‘No’, we just can’t refuse, Perhaps all we can do is simply muse About the reason You've put us here. Isn’t that so, won’t You tell me, Dear? Maybe what’s true we just can’t know Until from here You'll make us go.

We each are here for an allotted span, So, let’s do as much good as we can. It’s just for a short while we're here, Let’s love as much as we can, my dear. No purpose can there be more grand, This I'm sure you'll well understand. Now that I’ve said what I had to say, Come, let’s love and do good today!

Wherever we turn, all that we see, Whatever around us that may be, The beings and things we behold, All these from Yourself You unfold, Each separate, by itself, we presume, But it’s You who these forms assume. Who can fathom this strange display? Maybe it’s just a drama, Your way of play.

All that on us might befall, It’s You who alone does it all. We’re puppets for Your play, Being made to do just as You say As here we spend our allotted time, Not sure for what reason or rhyme.

We’re like pieces on a chessboard In a game that’s played by the Lord, From here to there He has us move, Till from the board us He’ll remove, Doing as He pleases to do with us, Amusing Himself in manner thus.

The measure of a life’s success Is the love that it could express And how far in love it could go. This one fact is enough to know The purpose of our stay on Earth And the measure of a life of worth.

With name and form how they obsess, Sole Truth they each claim to possess, Just see the havoc they thus make, All supposedly just for Your sake. How much longer will You tolerate This strife, conflict and deep hate? Please cause it all to at once cease And turn this hate into love, please.

The purpose ourselves we can’t comprehend Of our being on Earth till we reach the end. Why we’ve been brought to Earth’s domain A mystery maybe it’s been decreed to remain. No matter how far in knowledge we may grow This secret on our own we can’t ever know. In our ‘cleverness’ many theories we invent As this grand mystery we seek to circumvent, Yet, despite all this, there’s no way we can Through our own efforts know the plan For why on Earth we’ve been made to stay Till one

With name and form how they obsess, Truth each claims only they possess. Blessed am I that I could see through The fanciful tales they tell about You And then was able to myself say: "I’ll commune with You in my own way."

Can we ourselves a good reason give For why we’re here being made to live, With pain and pleasure having to contend Right till we meet this our journey’s end, And joy and sorrow being made to face, As we rush ahead as if in some mad race, To a destination none knows for certain, Till soon descends death’s final curtain? Is this a punishment or a great reward? We can’t say—only You know, my Lord.

To their rules about Your name and form There’s no need for me to conform, For I know by them You’re not bound, This to my surprise is what I found, And when I made this discovery, From all their rules I was set free!

The knowledge that you truly need You won’t get from books you read. For that, what you need to do is Listen in silence to the voice of His Speaking to you in order to convey Whatever it is that He wants to say. All the guidance that you truly need Will from this Inner Voice proceed, Revealed to you in words inside, So, please set all those books aside!

Do only what you really should, Anything beyond just isn’t good. More than that there’s no need, No, not even a tiny extra deed.   Sometimes, stop doing and just be. I know in your work you are busy, But do yourself this great favour: Non-doing’s joy sometimes savour.

It’s utterly mindboggling, is it not, That this Earth is merely a little dot In a universe that’s amazingly vast And is expanding increasingly fast! Almost impossible it is to understand That this Earth, in a cosmos so grand, Is a tiny speck in such a big universe, A shared home for species so diverse! Think how great the Maker of it all is, Given how huge is this universe of His!

“Yes, Lord” if I say and repeat In every situation that I meet, What else then have I to say? Yes, Lord, You have Your way, Your will be done, and not mine. “Yes, Lord”: may I repeat this line. That’s enough, just these words two, Cheerfully accepting whatever You do.

On Earth You’ve willed us to be Until our exit when You’ll decree. Why this drama, why this show, Of having to come, stay and go? Surely, there’s some reason grand That I just can’t seem to understand.

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When in Your wisdom You decreed From creeds’ shackles they be freed, These mere tricks of the human mind They abandoned and left far behind. Of the dross when they were purged, Into creedless Oneness they emerged. Who can tell, in mere words express, The bliss they found in this Oneness? When in this bliss they were drowned, The true Self in all at last they found.