That place of all places, with no set abode,
A state of beingness—that place you call home.
A vibration you return to when love’s centre is found,
An experience you feel held by when you connect and ground,
A place that restores you and sets free what festers,
A reminder of truth and the grace of love’s embers.
A sanctity of spirit
From which your soul’s candle is lit,
A place of warmth, safety, and settledness,
A wonder of peace, magic, overflowing bounty, and gentleness.
An inclusion of All in the heart of your essence,
From spring to fall, a return to Love’s Presence.
A place cosy through familiarity of an internal kind,
Sometimes hard to put a finger on, this union inside.
Home: that place of all places where the One Self resides.