Home

a poem by Rebecca Eschenroeder

Home

Is it a place? A location?

Is it a feeling? A sensation?

Is it the exhale that automatically rises from the depth of your soul, the moment you arrive. . . wherever that is?

Is it the timeless and limitless knowing that you are exactly where you are supposed to be. . . now. . . and now. . . and now.

Now.

It is where we are. . . always.

It is what we are experiencing. . . constantly.

It is the relief; the comfort when we come back to the breath.

It is timeless; it is limitless; because it is all there is. . .

Now is Home. Home is Now.