Home: H2O
What has gone haywire that home is looked for beyond the stars, reduced to sexual intercourse, trade bargained for making a living and battled over in the name of love, peace and harmony?... Is home written in a book, a creed to claim, a real estate to own or a theory of everything? Is home where the heart is, the mind is empty of form or the body is free of motion? Is home a matter of bonding and belonging, identity and community, pleasure and pain, birth and death? … Is home Mother Earth, our Father in Heaven, a quantum physical equation or a food bank of glory and gore? Is home an ideological creation, a nuclear fallout, an orgasmic climax, an entropic dissolution? Is home a bloodshed, warfare, promised land, paradise or unification? … Is home a genesis, a thought, a feeling or the unbearable lightness of being? Is home enshrined in a relict, encoded in consciousness or encapsulated in self-realization? Does home connote the same for the literate as the uneducated; the privileged as the primitive; the affluent as the destitute; the dominant as the subservient?... Home among humans spells biology and spirituality; matter and meaning; comfort and conquest. Home is where awareness is present; home is where awe, ave, art are beheld and witnessed. Rather than a bag of blood and bones; a precious stone made of hopes and dreams, a garbage bin for ashes and dust collection or a storage shed for memorabilia, home is alone in relationship... Not a place to reach nor something that can be ever lost, home is not a return and retreat to anything, just as home is not a springboard, arc de triomphe or computer algorithm. Not a hymn and poem, novel and projection nor a prayer and ritual, home unwinds clinging from craving and comparison from competition...
Each and every one can become their home while only the outcasts tend to heed this call and bear that response-ability. Mother, money and the monastery make up for the home of anyone who mistakes awareness for the alphabet, becoming for belonging, compassion for conjecture, discernment for dismissiveness, empathy for energy and intelligence for instinct, intellect and imagination... Home is as fluid as water, as airy as the wind and as space and timeless as the void. Home does not become in contrast to those who heed this call and bear that response-ability. Home; the dependent origination of H2O, as beheld and witnessed in awareness: awe, ave, art… Spellbound and mesmerized by what is taken for granted without question, is this blue planet owned by humans or have they populated this globe out of attachment? Is this planet the cradle and home of humankind or have they self-willingly made their home here in spite of noted autoimmune disorders? Is nature; the evolution of phenomena, out to destroy itself by standing in the wrong place or do humans pull the proverbial rug under their feed by having set up shop against and in opposition to their inborn nature?... Be prepared for everything that has been taught and learned over and in the course of history up to date, turns out to be a schizophrenic ideation; caused by having gone haywire in grasping for home that each and every one can only become. Lost in daydreams and had by nightmares, to become sounds and appears as foreign as awakening from autohypnotic programming...