re-vision

Somewhere over the rainbow my mind wanders
until I realize I'm soaking wet outside with no shoes on.
Someone's conversation is nagging me, tapping on my shoulder,
Oh, please listen to this twenty-first century travesty telling us to
turn our lives into ecoperfect, fashion-sensitive, orderly messes.
Somehow inside this noisy place I close my eyes
And so clearly I see a blue square of ocean,
I'm dreaming,
it's an explosion of vibrant liquid, greens, blues, spirit, contained
on all sides but bottomless and unlimited as though it were
the portal to another universe --
dreams are thoughts are true are present.
Modes, perspectives, spheres lose their rigid lines
to merge and blend as one and I dive in down deep to realize
here, I'm not soaking wet in a place so real and honest.

homely

the word home probably should not be thrown about

the way that it is every day.

I'm on my way home right now, aren't i?

or will i be home when we move all of our belongings into a new house?

I doubt it.

i feel at home right here in this coffee shop, 

but of course I don't live here.

I will live in Portland, but who knows when i will be at home...

I understand many people to say our true home is not of this earth

so I have a feeling that when we feel at home in a place,

we are connecting with the Spirit in that place.  

we are encountering love in that place, a heavenly love, 

a love given a portal to this earth.

As we are given to awareness and learn to be cognizant,

we recognize this home, this place where our hearts find communion

with their own.

I believe this to be home.