Coming home

Coming home 

It's where my heart is 

To take in my heart 

I traverse the distance 

Under the rule of nature

 Go past the hindering frequencies

 Likes speak the same jargon

 I love the wandering clouds 

The birds formation on their flight

 The tender breeze on my face

 The heavenly showers

 Cooling the land down

 Bathing the grass and the birds

 They wash clean the surface

 The cleansing and healing

 Of my heart I am going back home

 Where I hear the birds 

 Crying, squeaking, chirping, calling 

In their language not foreign to me 

The butterflies flutter

 Moving my heart

There is a gentle breeze

I keep my heart safe

 The little lamp burning 

From the lash of tides

That once damped it down

Praying with all my might

 For all that which keeps me going

 Thanks for the air I take in

 With the sounds and sights

Of such lovely beings

Who are in my home

A lukewarm heart

Where there are no aggressions

The rain drops tinkle

The streams they make

Carrying the old flowers away

My heart sings afresh with the rain drops

The heavens have shown

The magic of connection

 Brings alive my loving home once again.