chopping onions
in the stream
of early morning
the house becomeshome
is where the heart is
learning to reside
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I wonder if there is ever a time when one isn’t feeling like home is lost, or to be looked for. Sigh. I was writing and I am still thinking about these feelings, they can be called Home too. Thanks.
Good question, Elisa. I’ve had moments when I’ve felt Home, even when I’ve been far from the place that I call home. I suspect it’s more of an inner, than outer, feeling.
Wondering also if it’s possible to find an inner sense of absolutely being home in each moment that arises. Chop onions, cry, chop onions, laugh…
Perhaps, Kathy. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
whether writing this with tears in your eyes? hehe…
lol, Kyusoku Bihaku! Perhaps. 😀