Homesick Heart

The journey of the soul is seeking out a place where the heart can call home, if such a place exists in this myriad of possibilities, expectations always fall short of what truly manifests in the meditation of life, memories reflect back like the broken shards of a mirror, strewn on the floor of the mind, the homesick heart knows there is no way back, for the heart is the wanderer, the loner bound in time journeying towards the inevitable fate, as all fades away in our world of matter and time.

Within our mortal existence we accept change as we grow old, because we are mortal it is all we can perceive, but the heart is the inner child timeless and eternal, time is of no importance to the homesick heart, only to be where the heart belongs.

Stephen Rowlands 25/03/18  

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