Coming Home to Love
Thoughts on Love…
The truth written in the stars
Lives within the heart.
As above, so below.
As within, without.
We have lived so long beside ourselves
Hoping someday to go home.
It seems the time is here and now.
It’s safe to come back home.
Home is not another place
It isn’t out there somewhere.
Home is a tucked inside the heart
Where all is safe and warm.
It isn’t what you thought it was,
It isn’t a mystery.
It is simply letting go of all
You once thought it might be.
Letting go and giving up
The tricks and traps and rules.
At home you are free
To do exactly as you choose.
It was never about being good enough
Or right or careful or wise.
Home holds its doors out wide
Come on in, you decide.
Home is the place you can always go,
You’re always welcome, always known.
At home there’s no need to be special or good,
Who you are is understood.
You can catch your breath and take a break
And rinse off the debris of the day.
You can kick off your shoes, take off your tie
And sit before the fire with a good glass of wine.
At home you are seen and known and heard
There’s nothing you need to do.
You can hear your heart and find your rhythm
And live the way you choose.
At home you are free of the trappings;
The shoulds, hows and wherefores all cease.
You can let go of all the believing
And simply let yourself BE.
Be yourself. Live your life. Love yourself. Love your life.