A Poem by A.A.Romanczuk

Home is hardly four walls and a roof
It is neither place nor thing
It cannot be bound
By time or state
My body has rested
In many beds stationed
In many rooms, houses,
Towns and states
In more eras
Than I could find
Upon my ten fingers
I hail not from here
This is
A temporary state
I belong neither here
Nor there
At the moment
Still I catch a glimpse
Of my old life
When you surrender your mouth
Unto me, mirror soul
I taste again
The essence of God
Even that name
Confines the great It
Of the universe
When you surrender unto me
This body, my mirror
I am surrounded again
By the Fire planets
Each spark is a fire goddess
Dancing in worship
Home may just be my soul
At rest with your soul
Woven of the same fibers
Pregnant with the seed
Of Knowledge
We belong elsewhere
This is just a train ride
In between the main stations

© 2015 A.A.Romanczuk

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A train ride between stations, what home is, is a souls place, a place where the heart is, very nice to read this poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago

So beautifully profound, taking us across the landscapes of our hearts and minds. Love your insights, and these glimpses of home and our deeper places within.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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2 Years Ago

Ah..it's nice to see you in my corner, old friend, truly an honor

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Added on September 2, 2015
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