Home is where the Heart is
In the simplest forms — keeping true to oneself — no fluff or exaggerated storylines — returning to whence we came. From the dust, we came — to dust, we return.
The new chapter begins with pages of old filled with pain and joy and old houses filled with memories of self, coupled with little pattered feet, moving forward without hesitation or regret.
Established cornerstone placed — placing roots in neighboring fields — welcoming new memories to fade away like whispering winds. Scribes of the unknown — never knowing, ever-growing — letting the fallen trees cast shadows of healing songs.
Alluring return — to a house no longer bringing joy — so great the temptation — knocking on closed doors.
Remaining true to the heart — broken once before — placing a beating drum — heartbeats calling to sacred tune. It shall be written upon the walls — past to present — merely a memory.
With gratitude and utmost respect — wishing well filling to the rim — sending heartfelt beatings of ancient melodia. Home is where the heart is — welcome home.
~ Ani Po
Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
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