Going Home

When I said I’m coming home 

You laughed, you knew

I was always on my way

I just kept stopping to look around 

To look back

I would forget but not for long 

I only wanted you 

Unending light

The breeze that tickled 

the soft curls around my ear

The smell of earth and flowers 

The simplicity-

Yet the path was winding 

The sun was high 

Ten sticks slung over my shoulder 

Home was too far

much too far to remember

let alone, reach

but this home you said was inside

not inside doorways 

or beyond thresholds

it was also not the heavy shell

of the body, natures machine

filled with chemicals and tissues

laden with response and bias

Nor is it the mind, wherever that is-

this home was a thread 

it ran through all things

has been and is all places

every moment I miss it 

I spend with it

Not knowing any better

it cannot go

no more than I can pretend to leave

-or return

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Wild Violet

Happy to be a dreamer, content to know I'm not the only one. I hope you enjoy the writing here, it is my humble gift to the world. "Go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever the heart longs for. Have no fear. Everything exist and everything is true. And the earth is only a little dust under our feet." -WB Yeats, The Celtic Twilight