#11

#11

Holding ear to the cloud

Listening for directions,

Wondering which way the wind blows,

A bell tolls,

Don’t ask for who,

There is no body here but you,

And you knew this,

But you forgot again.

With the deep breath in

Hope returns,

At the end of the exhale

Stillness and peace,

There was never any place to go,

Was there?

You have always been home,

You have always been home.