Greetings To a Profane Space
A new home feels slightly pregnant
with possibility
yet empty of sacred reality
Not yet any echoing memories
of bumps on stairs,
late night scraping chairs
stuffed with familiar intimates.
Organic warmth sacrificed with each move,
attenuation of well aged relationships
with a new view,
a cleaner character of silence,
more unscrubbed inscrutable
than mere absence of familiar sounds
and sights
and savored smells left behind.
Each move a commencement
toward a renewing sense of home
and reincarnation
of ego-culture within eco-climate
identity
nondually co-arising
toward a deeper
dug in
sacred place.
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