past the hills with their silver sheen of dusk
past the clouds that settle quietly over the land
past the falling, gentle rain
past the leaves as they blow and drift to the ground and become still –
there is a place that hides in all our hearts.
It whispers its tendrils into our thoughts. We breathe it, unnoticed,
as we breathe the air every day. Our bones hum with it, ever so softly.
It is our home.
We have been homesick so long.
And somewhere beyond everything we see today, everything we touch,
there it lives,
filled with clear sky as far as the mind can imagine,
draped with shining mists,
deep in the center of the world,
high above all that is.
We know it.
In our breath, in our bones we know it.
And one day
we will come home.