What purpose do we embark?

 1

What do I practice, you ask!

Well,

When the gentle breeze replaces the gust,

I patiently watch and contemplate,

The sunlight filtering through leaves,

Dancing upon my open hand.

2

I'll extend my fingers to grasp the essence of that light,

The cosmic warmth it imparts.

As my digits move from one fleeting spot to the next,

Attempting to seize those precious instants,

I'm reminded that time flows onward along my journey.

Ah!

Has someone whispered,

"The past shapes the genesis

of the future within the present!"

3

What constitutes my endeavour,

If not, the hours intertwined in dappled light,

Casting itself from the trees amid the shadows?

What defines my mission,

If not the future etched upon the canvas of the past?

4

So, where lies the text,

Wherein we unearth the significance of learning,

The wisdom of understanding through inquiry?

Mulla opines,

The antecedent is the rationale for what lies beyond.

So, from where do we commence,

And for what purpose do we embark?