Today, I choose to sit down with this pain,
and not avoid it in all the usual ways.
I wish to feel it and lie down with it in the forgotten meadow of the past.
Thoughts and words are only a distraction now,
as I walk willingly towards my former self,
and absorb its unspoken residues as if for the first time.
The drought of attention upon the riverbanks of yesterday is no more,
as I unseal the spring of fresh, clear, luminous water onto the dry and neglected Earth that used to barely carry my feet.
I’m home now in a land that never felt like mine,
feeling moved to embrace this dwelling with everything that I am.
Pain and suffering have gone starved for too long, as I silently nourish myself with the truth, followed by a sweet dessert of compassion.
I’m here now. I’m home. I never left but imagined myself in places far beyond, while my feet stayed cemented to the bricks and mortar that gave birth to the earliest experience.
Today, I voluntarily take up residence inside myself, for there is nowhere else to go.
Today, I am home.
