home is where
the creek trees are
and cherry blossoms

home becomes
the sound of water,
the feeling of the treetops


the sun shines a different angle,
the wind ceases to
blow through me,
starts pushing at my back
my heart expands beyond these walls

it is time to move on

and home becomes a circle,
sunlight, warmth
cool green

returning to my beginning
leaving home
coming home.

18 Dec. 09 – Chado


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