The way home

( felt an inner urge from a wayward spirit to channell their "writings here ... )



what is the depth of thine soul ,thine existence ? thy heart? what measure does one place upon the reasoning of their past ,of every tear one ever shed ? what will become of a sullen child ,a daughter of frost bitten behavior ,could she or he meander thru the life of theirs lost to it ?in his early years he drifted un -aware through caverns of space ..laughing ,crying even ,sleeping and dying ,in the next breath it was but she who triumphed at the lack of inward mission ,desire to be a seeker,a natural healer ,born of fright.in the confusion of the next life she had magnificant realisations that it was indeed her wisdom that came from possibly simple mundane tasks that had carried her forth out of what is karma ..had she been looking for the greatness described in elaborate stories,from mouths of tall trees that spoke,whispers from the ancestral home realised .she was in quiet wonder ,at absolute peace and understanding ..for she just was and nothing mattered even on the plainest of days in front of a regular cup of teabag tea watching t.v .. all at once she felt whole ..and in awe of the magnificance of life as is ...