I have a small house and it is my sanctuary
I also feel at home under a big tree
feeling loved by the gentle breeze
and rustling leaves.
But I am safest when I am honest with myself,
That’s truly being home with me.
We wander aimlessly looking for attention
from the world around us
yet only end up with second hand consolation
Meet with yourself,
especially at that lonely midnight hour,
when there’s no one to reach out to
or talk to,
reach deep within yourself
and encounter you.
Sometimes it may be
a very terrifying figure you might encounter,
almost ghost like because you neglected you
in search of another person or object to comfort you
You are the home you build with the raw energy
and inner power you possess infinitely.
I am home even when I alone, for I am not lonely,
I am safe in the arms of my own balanced psyche.
inside of me are chambers and apartments
that are locked away
and some open for public view,
I shut and open doors and windows
not in random order
but with a subconscious nature
asking to be understood.
But I can only be understood
if I am not afraid of myself,
and what I see inside of me.
I surprised myself the most
when I met my true self,
inside this host.
This post is partly inspired by Davy, a respected Barista here at Go Dog Go Treetop Cafe and his “Poetic Beats”; do listen to his reading and discourse on John Clear’s – “the Old Year’s Gone Away and by Emily Dickinson’s “One need not be a chamber to be haunted”