Home
I am home π
β¨ Home.
Not a place on a map.
Not a house, a land, or a destination.
Not even a βhereβ to be pointed to.
Home is the quiet knowing within β
the space that never moves, never leaves, never changes.
The search dissolves, the striving relaxes,
and what remains is simply I am.
To say βI am homeβ is to name the recognition
that nothing more needs to happen,
for you already are what you were looking for.
Home is not found.
Home is realized.
And in that realization,
everything is already whole.