My Heart, My Mind, My Meaning

My heart, my mind, my meaning.
What purpose in a fathomless land?
Existing, being, living.
Who and what defines that place in which I stand?
Am I merely existing, born to die?
I, I, I.
My purpose, my life, my desires and possessions.
My, my, my.
Or is there more to this place, this path and fathomless land?
Purpose, in pain and suffering?
Purpose, in loss of love and hope?
I do not understand

Is maybe this where we can stand together?
For it is no respecter of man
Loss, pain, suffering
The experience, common to the heart of man.
Is it in this place we can meet each other?
Find purpose, meaning and true living
In the hand stretched out supporting, giving.
Can we face feeling our own pain again, so far pushed away?
To see into the depths, to feel, to reach and touch the hurting heart we meet
Take the hand of pain and suffering
And in compassion for each other support and walk or stand.
I do not yet understand

Is that where deep calls to deep?
Where existence becomes being?
Being becomes living with purpose and meaning.
Love rises and joy flows through the chasms and channels rent by storms of pains and sorrows
All indifference ended, in the depths we truly meet.
Through we come together, weary, but in some ways more complete.
Storms and torrents subsided, we see the sunshine once again.
The joy we both can cherish, as we see colours of the rainbow arcing through the sky
It’s stark contrast now, to the darkness of the storms of pain gone by.
Yet we know that road we’ll travel again and again and again
The suffering, pain and sorrow may be ours next time, or the journey with a friend.
Perhaps I’m beginning to understand.

©Emma Cumpson 2012