THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME


If early can come earlier, than I’m early up today.  A busy mind got in the way of sleep.  One of life’s annoyances.  Maybe I felt the influence of that amazing passing of Venus over the Sun.  Tho’ if I did, I’d welcome the wisdom of the noticing and not just feel tired and restless.  Is that the Wisdom?  eek.  Sippy the coffee, relax into the morning.

 

 

So much weary knowing

in the be awake hours

Busy mind gathering

stories without quiet

Contemplation

 

From the deep silence

A call is made for

the listener to hear

Steady is the heart’s

Whisper

 

Ever a pulse away

With the beat of wisdoms

answers to your hungry

questions of why and

What for

 

The weary is in the try

Too hard to get it right

In the fear of what you 

think you know not in the

Knowing

 

You’ve always known

you forgot to listen to the call

Stories ate you up and

the truth was not yours there

You’re here

 

Let the truth of you

be here, present within

Like no other and the same

longing for wholeness and

Love

 

Dorothy knew beyond

the Emerald city, Oz

The beat of her heart

heard the call of red shoes 

Tapping

 

There’s no place like home

If early can come earlier, than I’m early up today.  A busy mind got in the way of sleep.  One of life’s annoyances.  Maybe I felt the influence of that amazing passing of Venus over the Sun.  Tho’ if I did, I’d welcome the wisdom of the noticing and not just feel tired and restless.  Is that the Wisdom?  eek.  Sippy the coffee, relax into the morning.

 

 

So much weary knowing

in the be awake hours

Busy mind gathering

stories without quiet

Contemplation

 

From the deep silence

A call is made for

the listener to hear

Steady is the heart’s

Whisper

 

Ever a pulse away

With the beat of wisdoms

answers to your hungry

questions of why and

What for

 

The weary is in the try

Too hard to get it right

In the fear of what you 

think you know not in the

Knowing

 

You’ve always known

you forgot to listen to the call

Stories ate you up and

the truth was not yours there

You’re here

 

Let the truth of you

be here, present within

Like no other and the same

longing for wholeness and

Love

 

Dorothy knew beyond

the Emerald city, Oz

The beat of her heart

heard the call of red shoes 

Tapping

 

There’s no place like home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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