Welcome home my dear

When tears are dried and the well of sorrow emptied.
The heart shines thru in it’s peace and might.
Where’s the me and mine?

Rolled down with the tears,
and shredded by the wind of times.

Sinking into the blue sky of the inner heart,
in endless spaces,
it prevails.

Always has.

Welcome home my dear.

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3 Responses to Welcome home my dear

  1. Yes, beautiful! The homecoming is the unspeakable bliss of recognition. Recognition is liberation.
    Blessings!

  2. Bhusunda says:

    Thanks Bob, you know what I am talking about, that alone is blessing in itself.

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