“FINDING HOME!” a poem within a poem Friday: Sept. 28, 2018
“DADDY, DADDY, please, please let-me-go-HOME!”
“Well-Honey! You-might-discover-IT (pause) in-a-special-poem!”
“This-here; this-here! Is not HOME!
So, I-went-to-the-beach! and soaked in ‘the foam!’ “
There are so many oceans! All-over I did roam:
Still! I-never-found-IT! (I) Never found my HOME!
I like(d) to read! So I-searched every tome –
Concerning-directions! to guide me HOME!
Kubla Khan – built-The-Pleasure-Dome;
Will-pleasure guide me? Bring me HOME?
Asleep-in-bed – In dreams I would “comb,”
To find some directions – so-I-could-find-me-my-HOME!
No! (sigh) Not-in-bed!* Shall-I-dig-in-the-loam?
I’ll-dig-an-Earthly-portal! It-will take me HOME!
So, I dug me a tunnel – and found me a gnome,**
Who pointed the way (he-said!) – to-my precious HOME!
The Gnome (that’s known as Facebook) prescribed to me The Ohm,***
Which I then recited (repeatedly) – until I found a poem,
Called ONCE UPON A TIME (or HOME), I think – this is how it goes:
ONCE UPON A TIME … BEFORE TIME … [written/posted: July 17, 2015]
WE MET INSIDE a flower, before the cup did bloom. So, we were pressed together, inside our little room. The flower smelled like lotus and savory cherry wine. We knew that, in a moment, upon our love, we’d dine. (S)he whispered that (s)he loved me and nibbled on my ear. When you’re wrapped inside a lotus, there’s nothing that you fear.
When you’re wrapped within a flower, and it’s where you want to be, the lips of your condition, whisper, “Mon Cheri.” Yet, brush of breath caresses, touching petals still. And inception, very gently, awakens every will. Yet, what sadness pain will offer? Who can really say? But, our process, born of seeking, it is the sacred way! When suffering meets the lotus, with a joyful song, then, NOTHING’S LOST AND NOTHING’S GAINED, and things just get along!
HOME … a.k.a.: “H-ohm!”
I found myself in YOU; you-find-yourself-in-me; I knew-it in a moment! [You’re]-My Lotus Company! I find my HOME-WHEN-I-think-of-you – or WHEN I see your face; I re-discovered HOME, Sweet Home, (while) lost-in-the-human race! HOME is WHERE my Heart is! My-Heart’s-a-“shooting star!” My-Heart!-Your-Heart-in-the-Heart-of-God! HOME is WHO we are!
And, when I read it faithfully, what do you suppose?
I found THIS LOTUS FLOWER might-be-a-HOME-for-me;
I wondered who the poet was – so I sought him out with glee:
It was a Texas Cowboy, know as The Mystic Poet!
“Hey, Hey!” I said; “This-guy’s-for-me! I-surely-think-I-know-it!”
Well, sure enough – I found IT – My HOME, at last, with him –
And-he-found-his-HOME-too-I’m-sure! Before? His life was grim,
But, NOW, we two, we lay in BED – our HOME’s there every day,
And ALSO on The BEACH-that’s-right! We feel the ocean spray,
And-we-burrow-deep, within The Earth – and roll upon the sod,
(Your Lover’s truly GOD!)
And, wherever-we-are is a Pleasure Dome; we kiss and touch and cuddle,
Beside the fireplace – on thick, warm rugs – or – splashing in a puddle,
When we go walking (in the rain)! I’ve found my HOME, alright;
Our pinkies squeeze, our blood co-mingles – my life is filled with Light!
So, that’s my story! (pause)
And, when you find – that-special-someone,
HOME’s-with that (Your) “Soul(full) Mate!” 🙂 – Whoopee!
* – I guess!
** – pronounced: “N – ohm!”
*** – a nice word to repeat, if feel like it! 🙂 – pronounced “Oh – Mmm!”