HOME SWEET HOME
My ear to a 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.
You knew this,
But forgot again.
With your inhale hope returns,
With the exhale stillness and peace.
There was never any place to go,
was there?
You have always been home,
You have always been home.
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