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written by: Jacqueline De Notogh
All that I am and seek to become
Lies within the mystery of my soul
Can we have knowledge of ourselves
Any more than we can have knowledge of each other.
The frailty of life challenges me to know myself
What I am and what I may be
Growth is inevitable, like a flower or blade of grass
Yet do we not grow in ignorance regardless.
What makes my soul different from millions of others
Can I discover my uniqueness?
In a world where we yearn to compare & compete
Can I accept that I may be lacking?
I assume my soul is actualised in my being
But am I chasing a ghost which haunts me
And leads me on a journey of self-discovery
In which there is no beginning or end.
Being lost inside my soul seems inevitable
We all fight against our weaknesses
Yet we do not all celebrate our strengths
Can we tell the difference?
I am searching for my spirituality
That which makes me who and what I am
A being like no other on this earth
If I cannot find it, is my existence worthless?