My Inseparable Home

Living behind four walls with other loved accompanies is what called home

Place full of beautiful memories that you might even write poem

Home, a comfort zone, a loving and loved space,

That often allowed us to reveal our true face

It’s a whole unique realm with loving arms,

No one wishes to stay away nor can nothing replace its charm

What if I say, your home is inseparable from you?

What embraces you at your lowest?

What cries out to God at your weakest?

What manifests your dreams into reality?

For me, my soul

One deep voice often with unexpected message,

Might change whole life story with a new passage,

Subconscious, instinct, intuition,

As it is often called in tradition

A loyal friend, a permanent partner, a true reflection

Yet for most of us, “Who am I” is still a question

When physical forms are gone, our formless soul remain,

In life and in afterlife, always sustain

Who am I?

I’m not my mind,

I’m not my body,

I am my soul

My soul is where I share and store my life reviews

My soul is where I feel loved for all that I pursue

My soul is which that knows my true face

My soul is my home filled with grace

The inseparable home