This feeling of being home is strong
Lying on the bed where I lay with mom
Warm and comforted in a motherly embrace
Breathing and heartbeats in unison
The place, the air, the water
The earth and the hearth.
The trees and the birds and the blue sky
All so at peace and welcoming
Yet, this sense of not being truly
There, and yet to be elsewhere
Where does this desire to move instead
And not rest and stay come from?
Something deep, hidden and sourced
From the origins of the desire to expand
To float to move onward into infinity
Is it some spark of the cosmic beginnings
Yet seeking its destiny, never arriving
Into a place of rest, to call it a homecoming
Call it home, this place then, the one
Here and awaiting to be inhabited
For whom the spark has been ignited
All else is a sojourn only for a while
Be at peace, be at home here and now
For no place is Home, even as any place is