come home

come home my dear friend

come home my dear shadow

come home my bones to rest in the flow of the rivers of my blood

come home my flesh and what makes me whole in this physical world

come home my voice, that can sing and bellow across the ocean when the moon is radiant and the wind echos back from its long journey around the world and back

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you have always been home

you just forgot that, because there are so many external myths that tell you you aren't home

is home where the heart is?

a safe and secure place, but what if you have never know this

this place

truly known this place

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how often have you heard your heart beat?

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how often have you felt secure in the knowledge and understanding that you could do it, be confident and reliable?

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to be home at times can be terrifying, anxious, destructive, dysfunctional, disorientating, overwhelming and an abyss of silence, nothingness and numbness.

deafened by noise, constant noise, and polluted by who you should be.

should be this, should be that, could be this, and could be that....

the list goes on, enduring, unnerving and constant.

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what happens if you were to slow down and listen.

listen deeply.

give yourself permission to listen.

listen deeply and in the process of that find yourself in velocity.

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that you can be as slow or even slower than the snail

faster and lighter than the wind

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and when you return home

and keep returning home

you can truly see you.

truly feel you

truly hear you

truly smell you

truly taste you

truly sense you

and most of all

truly BE YOU!

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it is time to come home. 

come home my dear soul.

your body is waiting and ready.

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let's go on our true journey that was only made for you.

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lets truly go home.

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