Home Is Not a Place But a Thought

Soon I will be traveling To the valley of the stars And the shoreline of the Milky Way Where near connects to far. My senses fading rapidly As darkness closes in Like a fog bank over mountain tops Void of sound or wind. Bow and arrow-headed past Polaris Beyond Orion’s belt – Galaxies beyond galaxies Or anything yet seen or felt. Star-dust bound to that forever now Eternally timeless life and death – To the Maker of matter and anti-matter And giver of life and breath. Minstrel of music, Painter of skies One for All and All in One – Where old is new as morning dew And darkness and light come from. Where departures are deceptive and death reflective Of times and places we’ve known – Where déjà vu’ is nothing new And oceans turn to snow. Where once upon a mystery In those early Christian miles – I heard Jesus laughing and Buddha clapping The day I learned to smile. With Shiva dancing and Lipizzons prancing In a wave-like, particle spin – Where uncertainty turns to reality And disappears like a by-gone wind. Where stretching the bounds of life itself Is a weirdly – wonderful ride – Like falling from a roller coaster down below And the bottom is nothing but sky. I’m going back there and everywhere In the eye of the hurricane storm – Into the realm of the looking glass Where memories and dreams are born. Where truth is a lie and fiction real And proof is a playful thing – Where telekinesis is more than a thesis And the universe sparkles and sings. And the warm Light of Transcendence and others in attendance Wait where the river runs deep – For another soul’s travel to try and unravel How far we can go when we sleep. Where yesterday lives with tomorrow today And heaven is real as green grass – For you, me and they and all who obey In the laws of good nature that lasts. Where consciousness resides love never dies And home’s not a place but a thought – Separation ended, hatred suspended And nothing more needs to be sought.