At Home in the Heart

We're only really home

when we truly live in our heart,

the only here to fully inhabit,

in which to reside 'n abide.

For our heart is always home,

and home always our heart.

When we're led to the heart

that is our home,

no matter where we find ourselves,

we’re awake, at peace, and free

to savor the wonder of life.

It’s the only place to be,

the only sight to see…

ever so truthfully, beautifully, gracefully.

And for once we see right.

And it's good to finally see

love at first sight.

When the beautified eye of the heart

— the luminous sun within our core —

silently, wakefully shines,

brightening our soul

with its radiant gaze,

we behold 'n bless and bless 'n behold

all at once through our eyes.

Now the invisible feathered sun

lighting my heart’s golestan

kisses a family of golden flowers

appearing before me without,

each little flower a sun-lit beauty

adorned with fourteen-petalled rays.

And I delight in the light,

and the light delights in me,

and I feel at home in the heart

where the light so gracefully shines,

revealing heaven in wildflowers

and life in wondrous rhymes.

And my heart and my face

join in wondrous praise,

and I give thanks

and am all smiles.