In the early morning hours, silently watching, I see my cloudy thoughts roll by like diamonds. I was centered. And detached. ‘Til an ember singed my soul. Deep inside my heart, I’m longing for my home. All my mentors say, “Desire leads only to sorrow. But a hand that’s open Points the path to real peace.” I am centered. I'm detached. But still that ember glows. Deep inside my heart, I’m longing for my home. There’s an attribute of time. That puts me under. A sad nostalgic spell. I should just, “Be here, now.” Detached and centered But I can’t hide it, I can’t fight it. Oh, I’m longing for my home. While I may submerge in Source After my passing. I have a human home That shapes my spirit. Though I’m centered. And detached. I will fan that ember’s glow. ‘Til I build a fire Of longing for my home. Longing for my home.
