Coming home
It’s where my heart is
To take in my heart
I traverse the distance
Under the rule of nature
Go past the hindering frequencies
Likes speak the same jargon
I love the wandering clouds
The birds formation on their flight
The tender breeze on my face
The heavenly showers
Cooling the land down
Bathing the grass and the birds
They wash clean the surface
The cleansing and healing
Of my heart I am going back home
Where I hear the birds
Crying, squeaking, chirping, calling
In their language not foreign to me
The butterflies flutter
Moving my heart
There is a gentle breeze
I keep my heart safe
The little lamp burning
From the lash of tides
That once damped it down
Praying with all my might
For all that which keeps me going
Thanks for the air I take in
With the sounds and sights
Of such lovely beings
Who are in my home
A lukewarm heart
Where there are no aggressions
The rain drops tinkle
The streams they make
Carrying the old flowers away
My heart sings afresh with the rain drops
The heavens have shown
The magic of connection
Brings alive my loving home once again.