Returning Home

Can you feel

how safe it is

to be here

now

in your body?

An ecstasy

I’ve done my best

to avoid,

afraid of what it might mean 

to be still.

How busy my soul has been

searching for its lost parts

hiding under rocks 

and in the night-time void 

of forgotten caves.

Finally I am here

singing the song my soul

has been longing to cry out.

I feel her beckon like a siren

to all my desires

that have been searching for gold 

on foreign land.

They arrive one by one

on weather-beaten ships

starved and weary,

only to be nourished

by the love,

the beauty,

the bliss,

of the here and now.

How the shells glisten like jewels!

they cry out.

How the soft sand soothes my tired feet!

How the sun makes my skin glow!

And the music!

Oh how the music of the waters 

kissing the ocean shore

sets my heart ablaze.

How foolish I was to think 

the sun would feel warmer,

and the sea sound sweeter,

out there.

Who knew

returning home 

would be the greatest adventure of all,

and that right here 

in the dancing, craving, yearning, crying, 

aching body of now,

I would find a treasure

that will sustain me

for eternity.