Self as Home
Here lies the adventure of a lifetime
Wild and divine, the universal home
Of each soul's ancestry.
Do you smell it?
Do you take in that drifting, salted, honeyed air
And remember home is there?
Teeming with lives surrounding,
Lived since eons preceding the blink and flash of you
Looping through wide halls like the fresh and soothing wavesong
That sounds in greeting, tolling
On the top ere we enter,
Twirling into our depths as we watch the seafronds twisting
Glist'ning in a carpet green and royal
And lifting from the bed of sands, a new bouquet
A fragrance of matter's death, which feeds rebirthing
A banquet of meats all salted, pickled
Laid out with fruits from vast
Orchards growing among red bones
And the pearl of this great dwelling
Hid by driftwood gathered into shelter
Battened down with netting and other truck--
Because everything this place is given
It finds a place to tuck.