There is a place whose still heart
beats for me
calling to be exactly where I am,
here and there.
They are the same and always will be,
I have finally found.
The heart that holds me
was there from the very beginning
and followed me closer than my breath
all this long journey,
the one that teachs me,
so lost in that great heart--
a drop of rain in a rain river.
Turn around. There it is
and always will be, changing all
my stories into one.
Why did I ever think to leave
my soul's great home?
How does this life on earth
teach my very soul,
connected to all things as it is?
Do I leave home to learn
how to come home?
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Is this your own lovely poetry, my dear friend?
ReplyDeleteI can't compete with that but here's my thought for the day...it landed on me this afternoon and has stayed put ever since:
My life - everything about it - is exactly the way it's supposed to be. This, depsite the fact that it's not at all like I imagined or planned it.
Yes, this is mine poem.
ReplyDeleteHumility is the door through which we pass to accept our life the way it is and to also be ready for change. There is such peace in that, isn't there?