I’ll let you know my secrets,
I’ll give you what I know.
I’ll tell you all that made me,
I’ll show you where I go.
There is no understanding
Without first feeling pain.
The blinding light of breakthrough sun,
On shoulders soaked by rain.
The humble yet delicious
Crust of bread, with butter – cold,
When hunger is upon you;
Rich and crumbly; yeasty gold.
A gift wrapped box beside a glass,
A pair of soft, warm socks.
A fire lit, the record slow.
The doors and windows locked.
Temptation to exceed our needs,
Surrounds our daily world .
Intoxicating thoughts, that need
the freedom, to unfurl .
Plenty comes and plenty goes,
In circles round and round
Shuffling things and thoughts and dreams
Re-rooting feet to ground.
Take a moment, separate
Desire from what is meant.
Sometimes lives and shelves of books
Are fleeting, borrowed, lent.
Only to be found again
In other guises, hands
Unearthing glinting treasure
Hidden in the hearts of man
A pure and sweet elixir,
The taste that brings you home.
Unlocking every bolted latch,
Switching off the phone.
A thousand miles can take you,
To the place you started from.
If what you have already lives-
In you, where it belongs.
This bottle needs no label,
Drink me, eat me, turn the key.
For I know that finding you,
Is finding home in me.
LW