Home coming back to me

Home.

Sing to me.

A poem to paint,

my home to be.

Home.

A poem to feel

Each breath,

Escaping me.

Home,

A poem to try,

connect the dots,

The flames,

The Dreams.

Home.

A poem of

a 1000 letters,

But one.

Home,

Unease in my belly,

Yearning for peace.

Release.

Deeds.

Home,

Within me,

yet escapes me

in need.

Home,

You find me,

Near the edge

of the temple,

Under the tree.

I hear the wind

Speak tunes,

Come Home

to me.

I love you, you pain me.

I pain you, they pain me.

I hate you, you hate me.

I leave you, you sway me.

Home,

You, a leaf;

blowing of that tree.

It doesn’t matter,

They said to me.

No! I say with no fear

these leaves are special,

They whisper to me.

Speak truth,

You’re free.

Home,

Not where

you are,

Nor where

you’ll be.

Home,

Is with-in

& with-out,

Forever

Evolving,

What You

will it to be.

Home,

You are

Calling me.