My True Home

The earth is calling my bones.
The air is calling my breath.
The river is calling my fluid;
The fire is ready to consume my spirit.

It’s time to rest in my real home,
To sit behind all the eyes in the world;
To once again be the stillness and silence;
That under stands the universe.

By dissolving my structure each day;
By returning to my true home;
I can rest and heal whilst still having this vehicle and software.
So that when it’s time to give it up;
I’ll just be going home.
By Steve Rowe

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