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Coming Home

Prajakta49 Comments

So much flexibility to the definition of home over the years… What started of as the brick and mortar of the family and abode of childhood memories to something that can even fit in your head without any tangible existence.

Home is in the calmness of mind.

Home is where resides the deepest of sleep

Home lies in the confidence of running blind

Home is where dreams sway high and deep

Home happens where no shackles bind

Home brings the security of making the leap

I have been running away from the establishment of this home thinking that it is only going to limit my journey. I fear of being a river that simply lies put in a dam only to burst in sprints; I want to keep flowing – straight or curving, fast or slow – and make the slow yet mesmerizing progress in search of the vast ocean. This fear almost becomes a box with no windows or doors which keeps evaporating every ounce of energy.

Now home is where I am. And where I choose to just be.

Inspired by Linda’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “Ho” – Find a word with the two letters–“ho”–in that order.

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49 thoughts on “Coming Home”

  7. SMILes.. mY FriEnd.. Prajakta..
    it seems to me it’s true that
    home sTarts and ends
    iN a place
    oF heARt..
    SpiRit free
    eXpresSinG
    eMotiOns
    SeNsEs..
    MoVinG..
    CoNecTinG
    to ALL of Nature
    uS and wE and
    mE and oUrs..now..
    wiTh CreAtiVity noW iN
    GiVinG and ShArinG Now..
    no less than so-called homeless
    people like the one’s i met as people
    under bridges of holding hands.. and then
    the African American Man and his wife as if
    melanin matters.. stopping on the side of the
    road in their car away from a casino.. to see what
    we were taking a picture of.. and eventually pulling
    over and asking me to say a prayer for the God oF all
    Nature i see and feel and sense while hOlDinG Hands…
    Home to me is wheRE aLL of liFE dArk and liGht bEcomes
    sAcred
    one
    as LiFe..
    anyWay.. nice
    to see you writing
    and have a nice day.. My FriEnd..:)

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  12. “I fear of being a river that simply lies put In a dam only to burst in sprints.” And the ending note of the post blew me away. It reminded me of the spoken poetry I shared on my blog sometime back where Sarah Kay was inspired to write that specific poetry when she read this line by another poet “everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else”. So your post summed it all up. Very beautiful Prajakta ❤️

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  21. I remember reading somewhere lines which meant that my home is within me, and not the other way round. In effect, freeing me from the confines of a physical space. Perhaps merit in that thought, though childhood associations with physical places and things will always evoke nostalgia and longing.

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