The Four Questions --- AKSHR

The Four Questions

I asked the dawn,
"Who am I?"

The morning smiled
and painted gold upon the sky.

"I am a name," I thought.
The wind replied,
"Names fade."

"I am a body," I whispered.
The river laughed,
"Waters change."

"I am a mind," I wondered.
The clouds drifted by,
"Thoughts pass."

Then silence spoke:

"You are the witness
behind the changing scenes."

I asked the stars,
"From where have I come?"

They glittered across eternity and said,

"From dust of ancient suns,
from dreams of creation,
from mysteries older than time."

I asked the setting sun,
"Where am I to go?"

The horizon answered,

"To places unseen,
to doors unopened,
to journeys beyond journeys."

Then I asked the night,

"What is the purpose of life?"

The moon rested softly upon the earth
and replied:

"To learn and to love.
To fall and to rise.
To seek and to wonder.
To give and to grow.

To be a song
sung briefly by eternity."

And when the night grew still,

I understood—

The questions were not chains,
but wings.

The answers were not destinations,
but paths.

And life itself
was the sacred journey
between the asking
and the awakening.

— Akshr