With my bags of dreams
I go alone
drinking this solitude of mine
as wine

In this banquet
of life
I choose to
laugh or cry
while the memories
of fleeting heavens
meld
my human sense
with the Divine

With fingers
of perception
of goodness
and Godness
love
enters my heart
and lets
my blind eyes
search deep
at the edge
where laughter
and tears
in the Being
are alive

Then, I don’t
want to go
The home is here
In my heart.