A Place called Home
grew inside myself
I’m no longer looking for a place to call 'home’
Some say 'home is where the heart is’
There is some sweet truth to it
Yet not enough for my inner conviction
A new way of seeing, of understanding
Unlearning old rules engraved in my flesh
Changing the point of view again and again
What I want to call 'Home’ is His Will, His Love
The world is doing what has to be done
Here it doesn’t rain enough, in Japan they drown
Some cry for so called 'freedom’, others live it
Understanding that freedom is not 'doing what I want’
The mosquitos are back, the frogs dry out
Tucos have babies, pretty ChaCha still carries hers
I’m learning to live like a recovering veteran
To care for myself with tenderness and time
A heavy fog of confusion hovers over the world
Minds go blank, clear thinking gets blurred
Humankind gets tested, another possibility to grow
To walk the talk in doing the leap of Faith
My certainty embraces me like a cooling breeze
He calls me 'My friend’ as I learn and grow
Devotion, stillness, a Cello sounds harmonically
While I’m travelling a beautiful terrific distance
I know my sister and me are safe! We always were!
Dagmar
