In some way, our deepest yearning is to return to where we came from.
Not superficially, but in a deeper sense.
Home, that place of familiarity,
The place of refuge, where you find safety and comfort
Always open, ready and willing to welcome you back
It’s where you belong.
But somewhere along the way, we’ve all gotten a little lost
Trying to navigating our way through the wilderness on our own
Without any real sense (or memory) of where we came from.
We try to establish new homes
In places near and far
With people and in things
But our efforts remain futile, because we continue to ignore the roots
Alienating ourselves from our source
From our nature, from all that we are and always have been
Continuing to cloud our judgements and obscuring our ability to see, by going through life in a drunken state
Obstructing our ability to see clearly
Distracted by worldly possessions
By fear, shame and misdirected desires
Trying to fill a void
Trying to fit in where we don’t belong, like a square peg into a round hole
Wandering off the path.
Not realising, that a thousand roads lead into the wilderness, but only one road leads home.