Coming Home

Final steps sweep across

The threshold of time

Spent away, when we

Drop into the sensation

Of coming home

No matter our age—

A primal awakening

Of belonging, a homing

A step out of the churning

Of change & risks

Of reaching, our teaching

A return to our first Sensation—

A familiar, unmistakable ease

In our hearts&bellys

That we are a Wonder of Enough,

A fullness of Being, just as we are

Like a chimerical body dream

Of the womb that once held us

(our mama’s hearts& bellys)

A silent wush of exhale

Dropping us into

Our Cosmic Sinus rhythm

As if Syncing with Universal heartbeat

This place, this coming home

May look different to each of us

May be found under an icedome,

Up in tree canopy’s vast horizon or

In the short steps from busy sidewalk

into a brick brownstone

May be felt with a soak in soapy bathtub,

A flop down under a willow tree

Or a float in our hand-carved canoe

May be sensed for some

With a certain song in our throat

Purr of our cat on our lap

Breath of a newborn on our neck

With practice we may even transport

Ourselves home anywhere

With simple hand placed on heart

A long exhale or surrendering child’s pose

Only we know when

We arrive in this place

From the womb of our longing

Dropping into to the womb of belonging

The primal sensation of deep peace,

A coming home~

Outside of time

Willow tree I captured this summer over the lagoon in the Boston Commons near the island home to the ducklings in the classic children’s book Make Way for Ducklings

Make Way for Ducklings is an American children's picture book written and illustrated by Robert McCloskey. First published in 1941 by the Viking Press, the book centers on a pair of mallards who raise their brood of ducklings on an island in the lagoon in the Boston Public Garden.