Our true home

Our true home

our true home

the stone bleeds for it cannot feel,
the tree bark falls, trapped without expression,
dogs tremble for love unsaid,
and man dies of loneliness trapped in fear.

the key to the door wrapped around the neck,
hidden lest someone see,
for choice is a heavy burden
than only mankind must carry.

tormented by longing for that unknown,
the soul filled with pain of its inner nothingness,
seeking that which can only fill it,
that which is no-thing.

our heaven and our hell is our search,
driven we go mad in the desert of our lives,
seeking to quench
that which is unquenchable,
we are children of the infinite.

love cruel in its pursuit,
gentleness unknown in its thirst,
seeking to fill us with the living water,
a raging torrent that will carry us home.

all are beloved
so to the void we are called,
beyond form or thought
is love shown.

dive freely into the abyss,
for light unending,
blinding in its intensity,
is our true home.