Home to Self-love

My home is never far away even when the fog of self-doubt hid it from my sight and i am lost in the neighborhood of fear asking for directions.

My home still makes my hands dirty and my lips crack a smile like a child who learned that putting himself first is worthwhile.

My home is clean while it can get messy with no stretching, lazy binge watching, emotional junk eating and negative thought infections.

My home breath zen buddist tradition when i sit crossed legged connected to the flow of life as present as the stream of the river Nile.

My home reflect to the outside what is on the inside projecting from a shining light a movie of confidence, good will, good fortune and success for the world to see and be inspired.

My home is your home too, there are no rooms but the one room to fill the whole human crew with her uniqueness and embrace it tender like a good chicken on the fire.

My home, i miss my home when i'm not at home feeling more alone than when i am at home.

My home is the home that makes a house a home, depression a battle won and life a lot of fun.

My home is the best home and if you see me running with a smile even at my darkest days just know that i am always going at home to self-love.