When You Return Home

Your return was inevitable, but it wasn't out of volition.

You never knew when. Least of all, you never knew how.

All you knew was, you longed to.

When you returned, you were surprised.

You didn’t think you’d return because you never realized you left.

Then It happened—out of Nowhere.

You woke up. You felt IT.

Like a switch finally turned on. A switch that fell asleep long ago.

The only way to describe The Moment, as of Now, is a cake in the oven.

The ingredients were of Truth. Lies made it messy, but the process was pure.

Ding!

Perfect. Ready. Here. Done.

You have no more questions to ask but this one…

“How could I have forgotten?”

The scent's familiar but the taste is fresh.

You felt this in moments.

Amongst nature, amongst laughter, amongst creation.

But This is what you feel Now…and Now is infinite.

It’s as if you laid your sword and commended your spirit.

Saying,

“It’s done.

It is finished.

I am.

Home.”

Others may call it “centered", "alignment", or "peace".

Those words seem to miss.

It’s not "freedom" or "equanimity" either. Those words miss too.

Oh, the curse of language.

But "Home?" Yes, Home is The Word.

“I am Home." I am IS Home.

Before, you knew this in your head. But you didn't feel it in your heart.

The anxiety that once was, made you cold. That’s why you shivered.

You were outside and not inside. You were with-out and not with-in.

Home.

If you're Home, how could you ever be disturbed?

Problems are everywhere, but you no longer have a problem with problems.

Anger may come. Grief may come. But problems? What problem?

Nothing touches you anymore. Not because you avoid, but because nothing can penetrate.

It slides off you like water sliding off a duck.

Greeting and gliding upon one another.

Moving with, not against.

Entering The Space

Between all things.

The Ultimate Communion. No longer separate. Original Sin makes sense now.

Thoughts know their place because now you know yours.

What can be burned, burn. What remains is what I wish to share with you.

It lightens your head. It dances with your fingers. It even tickles your toes.

Wonderful, isn't it?

You may be tempted to say "Is this what I am now?" But rather, it's what you've always been.

"How could this be?" How could it not? It's all Here.

This is what "They" sought. This is where "There" is.

Here is All and All is Here.

Whether you visit distant lands or troubled seas, you are Home.

May you never leave Home again.

The Sun always comes and goes.
Speaking only in “Hello" and "Goodbye.”
Because he shines and visits all who still slumber.

But The Moon never leaves. She waits.
Waiting to kiss your eyes and say, “Welcome back.”
Speaking to you and only you
Because you’re the only one awake.