If ever you wander,

Searching for home,

No need to look far.

Whether you’ve strayed

 Or you’ve roamed,

Seek courage, look inside.

You may be surprised to find,

There’s a crowd in your head,

That crowd can be

 Oh so loud, so unkind.

With no right to be there,

This home is yours to master,

Kick them all out

On their keesters,

Right onto their arses.

They’ve overstayed their welcome,

You are not their keeper.

Once they’ve gone from your home,

You can delve into your Self

Much deeper.

Find silence, be alone

Then, ne’er are you far

You hold the key

To the voice that

 Lives in your heart.

    Unleash its wings

Let it be free

Hear its song

Lose the key.

Become master, not captive

Of mind and home,

Cast aside worry and fear as

With the love in your heart,

Ne’er is your home alone.

Karen Nourizadeh, a “recovering attorney,” is now a yoga instructor with Pure Yoga and New York Sports Clubs as well as a writer and media contributor. Karen freed herself from law and the corporate world to help people heal themselves, mentally and physically, through yoga. Karen is completing her first work, a memoir, detailing her struggle to get out of law, find herself and fulfill her destiny. On a spiritual quest, Karen encounters a mysterious 10 year-old Indian boy, who introduced himself as “Goldie Hawn’s son.” The boy teaches Karen lessons of the heart through his pure, honest, uncalculated actions. He affirms to her what is already in her heart, and helps to free her from her worst enemy, her mind. Follow Karen on Facebook and Twitter.

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Editor: Sarah Winner

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