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April 17, 2020

Coming Home to Ourselves: A Poem

Aloneness finds us here.
Eyes dripping sadness,
Peek out from
Wilderness’ corner.

Inner landscape
Coming alive,
With each breath.

We are alive,
But we are not breathing,
Fully.

We are here,
But we are not sure
Where that is.

We are alone,
But we are together,
We feel this
Web between us,
But it’s not
What we are used to.

Day in and day out.
We are feeling
The gravity of
How long this
Has been,
May still be to go.

Feeling the urge
To distract
With fillers,
Projects,
Video streams,
Plans to hold onto.

Illusory visions,
Catch us
Tell us that security
Lay elsewhere
Than right here,
In this breath.

That we are still
Reaching
Outside
For what lay within.

Touch it,
Taste it,
Breath it in fully.

This morning dew,
This springtime snow,
This morning song,
The children playing.

We are not done yet,
We are only beginning
To live with greater
Meaning,
Greater depth of our being.

Don’t give up,
Just yet.

Hold onto ground uprooted,
Roots growing within you.
Roots always within you.
Nourish them.

These will keep you
When house crumbles
Again.

They have never left you.
They will never leave you.

You are never alone,
Always accompanied by
The existence of
Your own skin,
Holding you,
Loving you,
Caring for you.

Your body is always
With you,
So you are never
Truly alone.

She is your lifelong
Companion,
Soulmate and lover.

When aloneness speaks,
May we listen deeper,
Gaze deeper within
The heart that knows
It is one with all.

Morning eyes bring
Reminders,
Softly opening to land
In this next space,
Another day,
To greet us.

Another day risen.
We will find our way.
We will find our feet
Again.

We are finding our roots
Even now,
Realer roots,
Spiritual, ethereal, earthly roots.

Allow those to speak,
Allow those to listen,
Allow those to hear,
The truth being spoken
Without words.

Not a sound,
But a breath.
Not a whisper,
But a knowing,
What is already here,
Will always be here.

Cycles and seasons,
Aloneness and togetherness.
Forgotten and found.
Homeward bound.

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