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Resting, undistracted in the centre of my Being,
bathed in the pristine freshness of the ever-new,
there is a deep recognition that I am Home.
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I know this ‘place’, this peace, this vastness,
this undefinable, all-encompassing knowing
that ‘just-this’ is everything, nothing missing.
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I ‘remember’ that I have been ‘here-now’ many times
in my own unfolding, without recognising its significance enough,
to simply rest there, casually dismissing it as a nice time.
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Easily distracted by the compulsion to be doing,
I’ve walked away from its loving-living embrace
only to find myself lost in the maze of my mind’s narrative.
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Looking back, the fleeting impressions of Home
are recognised as the very same ‘Here-Now’ beyond location,
that has stabilised as my foundation and lived experience.
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I now realise it has always been present as an unbroken continuum:
It was me that turned my attention away, insisting that somewhere else
in the future lay this mythical Shangri-La that would still the heart longing
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But as I now rest, at peace, in the centre of my own Being
I know the longing in my heart is a gentle magnetic pull
to return to the Home, my own self, I could never ever leave.
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I have been carried, supported and nourished through
the storms and droughts and crazy roller-coaster ride,
by this continuum: no beginning, no end, open, available, simply Home.