home

also this week is third thursday — meet me in the garden at 7:30 a.m.

I breathe in.

I breathe out.

I wait.

I listen.

Breath softens.

Kindness arises.

I watch.

I know, with awe.

Wholeness.

We are all One. We are All. The ones we don’t understand at all, that are so hard to like, they are Me too.

My body moves in the rhythm of being.

Gentle rocking.

Beneath the stories,

Beneath all these words,

In the silence I am whole.

There is a knowing, here.

There is HOME, here.

I am home. Now.

The waiting is an illusion, part of the cage I create around me.

I hold the key.

The bars collapse.

I am Home — Home with the strange— the strangeness of others and the strangeness of me.

We are One.

Here.

Home.

There is no waiting.

It is now.

As their sadness may be in me, my joy may be in them. We are each other. I feel my joy and share it. OUR joy.

Now.

We are home. All of us together.

thank you for being part of this adventure.

see you in the garden one day.