A house is nothing but sticks and mud
The world around, though styles vary
Everything comes down with a thud
Relationships are the framing studs
Whether we sleep alone or marry
A house is nothing but sticks and mud
Built with money, or sweat and blood
A house, for now, is a place to tarry
Everything comes down with a thud
Home is a place where love can bud
Humility learning to laugh and carry
A house is nothing but sticks and mud
Dig down deep before the flood
Rushes through, life’s joy to parry
Everything comes down with a thud
A house may fall, but no home is a dud
The building was always extemporary
A house is nothing but sticks and mud
Everything comes down with a thud
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Reality
Illusions fall and shatter
Thorny shards scatter
Look carefully
Step carefully
Soul-silence sweeping
Reality’s unveiling
It is rambling, infant chatter
undermined self-importance
It is unending, unseen chores
doorways to humility
It is traveling to teasing chants of “Betrayal!”
bear-hug forgiveness upon return
It is satisfaction overflowing
ambitions quietly simmering
It is quietness and trust
strengths drawn from repentance
Crystal slivers bagged and gone
Deeper truth glitters on
Surpassing value of You
Surpassing value of Them
Precious stones strewn
These fundamentally true
Thorny shards scatter
Look carefully
Step carefully
Soul-silence sweeping
Reality’s unveiling
It is rambling, infant chatter
undermined self-importance
It is unending, unseen chores
doorways to humility
It is traveling to teasing chants of “Betrayal!”
bear-hug forgiveness upon return
It is satisfaction overflowing
ambitions quietly simmering
It is quietness and trust
strengths drawn from repentance
Crystal slivers bagged and gone
Deeper truth glitters on
Surpassing value of You
Surpassing value of Them
Precious stones strewn
These fundamentally true
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Continue reading “Reality”On Arriving Home
Today I sit quietly at home
Allowing it to be my home again,
although it feels somewhat foreign.
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