Looking for Home. A nondual poem from Georgi Y. Johnson

LOOKING FOR HOME


 

I looked for home in the valleys

but they were wiser than me.

So I looked for home

through distant shores

but the search

chased me faster

from sky-stabbing mountain

to death’s ravine,

and its intoxicating

eternal lack.

So I looked for home

in most loyal liturgy,

until, (volumes later),

the last word

betrayed the letter.

I looked for home

in the children,

only to find them

looking for home in me.

So I looked for home in the heart,

but the heart shattered

again and again

into a new kind of chaos

of fright and shards

of light.

So I knelt by a river

of heaven-touched losers

and looked for home in the water,

and home flowed on and on

yet never moved

at all.

Georgi