To Be Home

What is it about coming home

From this place, from deep with the breath

Somewhere from, to, soaked with nostalgia

Focusing as to vaguely imagine

Of this space of bliss, life's first kiss

Souls suspended in time

Harmonizing across the fabric, universal binds

Urging, beckoning, ushering forward

Into all that will already have been true

Deja vu, unframing the familiarity of the view

Me and you, we came from this tame place

It's evident in the dance of our nature

Underneath our masks, beams the same face

Beating, the heart, breathing, the start

Of flowing water through life's unspoken art

Carving out a space within the layers of our dreams

Radiating into existance, beings of light from stars last

Finding ourselves, always, exactly where we seem to be

Flowering singularities from syncronicities that pass

Forgiving ourselves, as the truth shows with glee

Coming home, like diving into the sea, blinking into

Everlasting journies, in which we always, somehow, just began to see

The horizon, its endless expanse of all that we could ever be

Always arriving, perfect timing

So that all may arise

In the experience of I

Free to be

Fully alive ~

- Derek J. Mobley // 20210921