I am who I am,
Carrying out my deeds unaltered.
Only trails imbued with heart's passion merit pursuit,
I may not discern my destination, yet my compass is my heart.
Cherish your being, extend love to another,
These are the essence of existence that truly matter.
I am but a fleeting instant in the grand tapestry of time,
As significant as a solitary pebble lying on a meandering path.
Perhaps in solitude, or perhaps a fragment of the vast ensemble,
Maybe unseen to the passing gaze, or perhaps transforming a life.
I may rest unchanging in my present locale, or embark upon a journey,
With you as my companion, into the enchanting realm of mystery and magic.