Home Body

My heart was built underneath

my Mothers skin,

my first home and shelter

unfolding within,

her body and blood and bone.

innocent of tainting or sin,

all my heart needed,

to beat upon wings

was eternally present,

perfection of things.

Yet there my Heart broke

Flew from her Body.

Home Going.

Home is where the Heart is

As I flew from her body,

womb with a view,

my heart found my family,

they felt like home too.

My heart sung their song.

the weaving of new,

my own precious people,

to be there through and through.

Home, hearth, kith and kin,

belonging so true.

Yet there my Heart broke.

Flew from their Bodies.

Home Going.

Home is where the Heart is.

My heart found new space

to flourish and grow

with playmates and giggles,

mud squishy, balls thrown.

Such innocent joy

that seemed to be true,

friends speaking words

only we knew.

Whispers and secrets,

the rare, chosen few

Yet there my Heart broke.

Flew from their Bodies.

Home Going.

Home is where the heart is.

My heart found communion,

touches and sighs,

the tickle of fancy,

the burning of fires.

I took in his body,

drank in his cries,

lay down with his soul,

saw my face in his eyes.

His skin smelt like home,

his art dreaming so wise.

Yet there my Heart broke.

Flew from his Body.

Home Going.

Home is where the heart is.

Then came my castle

of bricks, glass and stone.

A cave place with doors,

one I could own.

Things things and things,

grass to be mown,

my nesting was joyous,

through glass houses sun shone.

Dusting the dirt off

old memories long gone

Yet there my Heart broke.

Flew from my Body.

Home Going.

Home is where the Heart is.

Then one day predestined,

through layers of time,

I grew into Nature

a place so sublime.

Plants free of judgement

others or mine.

Oceans of Love,

waves dancing so fine.

Trees branching to stars,

so silent, divine

There my Heart became whole

Flew into my Body.

Home Body.

Home is where the Heart is.

Then came the teaching

of what thrummed beneath

my own precious skin,

the flesh of belief.

The temple that housed me,

my lungs, blood and teeth.

My body of work,

that ended the grief.

The organic intelligence,

that lay underneath.

Homecoming.

Body Divine.

Temple through time.

Home is where the the Heart is.