Homecoming

There is a home that I dream of.
Filled with love and beauty,
From people and nature.

Away from the cacophony of crowded cities,
Away from the relentless rush to nowhere,
Nestled in the silence of nature,
In the stillness of the moment.

Many a time did I feel,
I’ve come home finally,
Here, there, somewhere,
Yet nowhere.

I’ve explored far and wide,
In search of such beauty and love,
Chancing upon glimpses of it,
In fleeting moments of wonderment and joy.

And in a moment of breathtaking beauty,
Time stood still,
Love flooded my being,
Everything around felt divine.

Life is beautiful.
There is nowhere to hurry to.
Stop.
Breathe.
Come back home,
To here & now.

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What is your idea of a home?

What makes you feel at home?

I’d love to hear your thoughts and reflections. 🙂

P.S: This poem was inspired by the experiences and reflections from an ongoing Ritambhara program ‘You & Your Space’ that I am attending.