WE ARE ALL DYING TO FIND OUR LIFE PURPOSE

                                                      come on god, brigadoon me!


god, how many courses have i seen advertised about finding one's life purpose ?
{could be as many as the number of angels dancing on the head of a pin  -  although there has been some
confusion about that...even as far back as the midevil daze} and never mind any 12 step program...its just one big leap ( for spiritual-kind ) as far as i am aware of such!
we are here {dare i speak up for all?} to re-member GOD! and nothing more !

kinda makes a farcical circus about all the stuff we think...we are...going through!
like all those boxes i am going through ( to find myself ?) in order to remember not to put myself into any box...any more, if i ever did ( more than the "human" one, that is !) and at this point pining for a pine one, doesnt matter  - one way or another ; simply put : we are all dying to find our life purpose ! 
(god, you know what i mean!)

besides being a self professed fool, (conceptual - more than not) artist (cum visual poet) comes closest to what has given me meaning here so far {whilst not forgetting the irreverent reverend that i am ,as well }and here-in  lies the rub (a dub dub) :
           how can i be releasing my physical creations ( the by products of  "my" imagination ) and still   be who   i believe i am?  all of this that i am doing is in order to make the move  "down under Down Under" a lighter trip...so why on earth am i "all-owing" my self to get upset about all this...when  i am in Truth if not just a divine thought by god,  not here at all?  ( is ego-bashing spiritually correct?)

i look out my hell's kitchen studio window and see how the pricey condos and shi-shi shops are closing in...literally "they" are taking away our sky, pulling up our sidewalks! (go know, maybe the drug pushers and prostitutes who gave this place its character when i first got here, werent so bad after all!)
there is the still the drilling of the blasted water tunnel going on one block over. (hey, i wonder if i can collect anything from the government for being shell shocked  - even though in reality i am not wanting to collect anything more these days than my self composure?)
there is con ed out front digging up the street.
there is the construction of a gay bar happening directly under me...soon to open, and thereafter to be open from 11am-4am ! i dont have to wait for any greater shift to happen, the floor as i write, is literally doing that under me now!
i want out of here!!!

there has not been a day in three years  that i have not felt, "i'd rather be in tassie!"
and yet the time(ing) must be right...this we know, and by choice -
the completion of one creation before moving on to the next. (how many times did it take god to get this one right?)  (hmmm, but did she ???)  is that what  i am/we are  here for?
personally, i am not into multi-tasking; and if i choose to not work with even "call waiting" - and we are not talking cell or smart phones even - then parallel universes can be put on hold for sure too!

let me live one life at a time...however more and more, god knows,  i cant help it,  i am becoming aware that i am living multi-dimensionally (which spell check just wanted to change to "dementia'") !

i am re-learning, by god.
i am re-membering my life purpose...but,
come on god, brigadoon me...just for today!

love you got