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  SHED THE WEIGHT OF FALSE PURPOSE https://www.spreaker.com/episode/shed-the-weight-of-false-purpose--70891945 Have you ever felt exhausted by the endless pressure to "find your purpose"? Every day, society hands us a heavier bag. We are told that purpose is something out there in the distance—a degree, a title, a side-hustle, a legacy we have to grind ourselves to the bone to achieve. But what if everything you’ve been taught about finding your calling is completely backwards? What if the reason you feel so lost is because you are carrying too much of what isn't yours? On this day of Nia (Yellow), we aren't adding anything new to your to-do list. We are talking about the liberating art of scraping off the buildup. The truth is, your purpose is suffocating under the weight of other people's expectations. If you want to know how to set it free without lifting a finger, you need to hear today's build. Call to Inaction: “The tree does not grow by holding onto dea...

I am - by Preston J. Harrison

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I am.

I am the native tongue.
I am the brown recluse.
I am the spirit of the slave
with my neck in a noose.

I am a quote from the bible,
the legend of the scroll.
The music in your heart
when you sing from your soul.

I am the favorite son,
a warrior's tattoo.
The benefit of the doubt
when others can't trust you.

I am the dream keeper.
I am the moon's sun,
the hired gun, muted barrel,
I am the chosen one.

I am the brightest day,
and sometimes the darkest night.
I am the wind beneath the wings
when a bird takes flight.

I am the castle and the king,
the drawbridge, the moat,
the canoe in cried-rivers
making sure hope floats.

I am the first kiss, last breath.
I am the rook, the knight, the pawn, the king
in a game of chess.

I am the soul singer.
I am the rhythm and the blues.
I am the first idea
and The Creator's muse.

I am the sunday sermon.
I am the pulpit for the preacher.
I am the choir, prophet, priest
and sunday school teacher.

I am the saint-sinner.
I am the long way home.
I am a shape-shifter.
I am this poet's poem.
I am.

Preston J. Harrison.
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