coming hoME

The stories I tell myself swallow me.
I forget how to come home.
My heart is dark.
I constrict.

Ease is a friend that waves from afar.
It waits for me to come over and say hi.
Peace blooms from a seed.
I let go rather than control.

The moments come in waves.
They beg for me to unfold and embrace.
Joy sneaks in.
A feeling of lightness lifts me up.

I've been silent and missing.
But it's always there buried below my worries.
Connection follows.
I share my heart with others.

Reaching out warms me.
Love surrounds me like a warm blanket.
It is delicious and overwhelmingly everywhere.
The rest falls away.