The Breeze of Home
I have been wondering
At a sound of flute calling
The wind does not fight me
A friend that carries me home
I submit to the wind
Breezing me to a home
As my feet lands,
Subtle ground embraces me
I just sink in an aroma within a womb
Petals that sways within my arms
Momentarily I am bewitched
A home that somehow was missed
“Every soul keeps searching, the search does not stop for a soul to find its home. Some of us spend a lifetime of our human existence in search. Yet a soul does not need a tangible home to exist, just a tiny place filled in contentment become a home”
Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi
Inspired by a photo by Don at Flickr.com
At a sound of flute calling
The wind does not fight me
A friend that carries me home
I submit to the wind
Breezing me to a home
As my feet lands,
Subtle ground embraces me
I just sink in an aroma within a womb
Petals that sways within my arms
Momentarily I am bewitched
A home that somehow was missed
“Every soul keeps searching, the search does not stop for a soul to find its home. Some of us spend a lifetime of our human existence in search. Yet a soul does not need a tangible home to exist, just a tiny place filled in contentment become a home”
Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi
Inspired by a photo by Don at Flickr.com
Labels: Flower, Omani Poet
posted by iamnasra at 1:32 PM
2 Comments:
How beautiful... and true! Especially the last part. See the soul is always growing, so just when it thinks it finds rest, a place to call home, it is called to rise again and face new challenges life brings. You are so right, home is not a place but a space in time where one is momentarily content.
Dear Nasra,
so tender and true...
Wonderfully expressed.
Hope to find you well - observing Ramadan... all my best to you and yours
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