The Journey Home

As a child,

I would gaze up into the sky at night,

Lost in its beauty and vastness.

The stars, the moon, and their shine, so bright,

I felt nothing and everything, and it felt all right.

Like home.

Warm, safe, accepted, connected,

Where I've always belonged.

Free to be,

without thinking.

Feeling, flowing, laughing and glowing,

In rhythm and harmony,

with Nature,

and the Universe.

Here and now,

I look up, and it's all a haze.

A glow of light pollution, blocking the way.

Home is the forgotten place where I was born.

The place where I once was connected,

Connected to everything in the world,

And void of the self I created.

If there is no me,

Only everything.

Why did I ever believe anything?

Only in thinking, I wasn't home,

But it led me to search for home.

Home.

Where we all belong.

The place where we all started from.

And where we all headed. . .