| I have wandered for a lifetime. Through the busy streets, past the snowy mountains, beyond the deserts and the seas. But I am home now. |
| Home is where the heart is, but heart was never touched in quite the same way before. There must be friends. There must be Spirit. There must be green fields and open space. There must be rolling waves and majestic sea. Today I sit beside the road and know that all is well. Were I an artist I could paint the magnificent pastoral tableau before me-- billowy white clouds blowing along with waves of playful grass, velvet green hills rolling on and on below forests of lush green tree topping. Distant slow-moving silhouettes are cows grazing lazily on their hillside sanctuary. The pieces are all still scattered. The vision is not complete. But this day I have come home to myself... and the world will never be quite the same again. I Am Home ~Unknown |




