my home lies
deep in the forest
near the roots
of the mountains

it is a space
from which eternity
pours effortlessly
right alongside sorrow,

longing and giving
and receiving,
that one unity
of space and going

to and from
that receptive deep
opening within
passing from

this world of woe
to a deep place
that’s not a place
but the echo

of my home
deep in the forest
near the roots
of the mountains