Finding Home

As the cool waters of the river touch him, it feels as if he is home.
After a long long wait,
That held him in the protective dam of the womb...

When it broke, it came as a calling, a calling to find home.

Answering an ancient adventure that seemed to plant a seed of hope in his heart.

A seed that would grow into a tree full of fruits, flowers and more.

Traversing a path, millenias old, guided only by faith, the stars his light in the darkest of hours!

There is a tree, far far away, bearing the flowers of a thousand thoughts, waiting for the warrior to come home.

The Warrior is a sage now.
The sage of metaphors, the sage of silence and listening.
A smile emanates from him that radiates peace, love and the quiet satisfaction of having arrived!!

The heart of the tree calls him, he rushes home, traversing paths less travelled, knowing too well the rhythms of his desires.
He yearns to taste the fruit of his tree, plant it's seeds anew.

He will find home. He needs no directions.

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