Every Step A Seed

This place used to be a way to write soul letters – an outward flow laced with the desire to come home at last. Words built the corridor and it worked. I saw and tasted Homecoming. Yet, the bridge got hot and it wasn't long before I felt like I was walking on the hot coals of restlessness. Energy shifted from an unrestrained stream to ravenous desire. Who did this to the purity of Godlight? I did, for there is only me.

I destroyed my own bridge but in doing so, I brought consciousness home to my body.
I remembered Buddha in my breath. In the country of the present, I don't need a map or an overpass or a tunnel.

Then why am I here? I am here now because I am here. At home in myself, existence is the magic.

I'm still walking. I carry Home with me, every step a seed for happiness and peace.

I don't know how long I will be here – this body – this walk. The notion of life and death fades into the truth of continuance.

But I do know I am already Home.

And if you only see this body, then you are not here with me.

Are we together?