Home

"There is an Indian proverb that says that everyone is a house with four rooms: a physical, an emotional, a mental and a spiritual.
Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person."

I knew I had found home when all rooms at once were filled with wind and light, with one single touch - as if a storm had crashed in, opening all doors and the lightning and thunder had turned dark night into day, binding all four dimensions together in wholeness.



Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground
By the loneliest sound
That pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
But I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong

Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath

God send the only true friend
I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends
The next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here

(This is who.you.are)