Finding Home

Your heart is broken Its frayed edges  Overshadows The fact that  It still beats  This. This.  Now this  Pain The kind you feel  when one furiously  Seeks  L ost        Keys To a chest of everything you  Hold dear.  And finally,  One lets go Of  Everything  And  Everything becomes Clear.

Quiet spaces, subtle pauses, a pondering glance, a deep inhale, taking in a cold gust of wind,  listening to bird call,  a paddle  slicing through the liquid blue,  Light on bamboo, Sky on water A silent song Sung on transparent skies  Singing, "All you have to do is close your eyes And be still Be...still."

Signs saying Exit here or Enter there Automatic sensors doors Sliding, swinging People rushing, leaving, running Out of breath Clock running Out, always out No one notices The shadows Its beauty Of light on dark Or maybe they do? But just the dark? Where are you going anyway? What are you doing? What for?  Entry ways Doors sliding Or swinging Go through them Just don't forget To take your heart With you.