Home is Where the Heart is, and Mine is in the Earth

“Home is where the heart is,”

is what they always say,

But won’t my heart be somewhere different,

on any given day?

My home is where my heart is,

and my heart is in the Earth,

My soul is entangled with the roots of the trees,

and my body in the dirt.

I thought I found it within him,

within her and within them,

But I couldn’t hear your voice

when you screamed, “I’m your ten!”

I would search for connection

in all the things that I’d do,

All the while wondering

why I couldn’t feel you.

Then I brought myself back,

to this present moment,

And I found you standing here

with your arms spread wide open.

You held me in your grasp

and I floated into you,

Falling down to the grass

was all I had to do.

I found myself within you,

and I found my one true home,

Because home is where the heart is,

and my heart has always shown.

My search is finally over,

even when I forget how much I need you,

And in those moments that I’ve forgotten,

my heart will always seek you.

My home is where my heart is,

and my heart is in the Earth,

I plant my feet like two large trees,

and feel the warmth of your dirt.

My home is where my heart is,

and my heart is here with you,

And when I lose that feeling in my heart,

I come running back to truth.

Home is where the heart is,

and mine is in the Earth,

My soul is entangled with the roots of the trees,

and my body in the dirt.