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.