Dragos Radu - Home
Written: 2022
Summary & Story:
Throughout my life, I had many moments where I missed my home. Not home in the sense of a birthplace, people or things that I've been closely acquainted with during my life, but home within, the altar within each of us. The place that always calls us back to ourselves, to inquire, to be curious. The place that is most meaningful to us as only by knowing it and not merely acknowledging it, can we get to know ourselves. This is a poem about that. I hope you enjoy it.
Poem:
There is a sun
I die to see again.
Not the sun that
Sets and rises,
But the one always up
And shining,
Illuminating all beings
From within.
The sun, which makes life move,
And energy flow,
Tirelessly in the soul.
I crave it so much
I crave it as a home.
Now the lights are off
And my soul is blinded
By the never-ending winter
Of the night.
There is calm,
But there’s no peace.
There is hope,
But there’s no light to guide it.
I miss the sun,
I miss its warmth and grace,
I miss my home.
There’s a bell ringing
In the night.
A state of alert
Established in the meadow
Where I sit dreaming
Of light and peace.
The sound breaks
My dreaming.
It awakens me
From a restless sleep,
That seemed endless at first.
As I open my eyes,
Light breaks in
So radiant, so powerful,
And with a rush of adrenaline
It stands me up,
Sun-gazing, filling every cell
Of my body with light,
Peace,
And ultimately freedom.
I now can hear the birds sing,
The caressing wind blowing
Softly through my hair,
The vibrant air of a new spring day.
I feel at home, and I feel safe.
I have always been.
I will always be,
Despite the depths and darkness of my dreams.
Once I open my eyes,
There will always be light,
There will always be sun.
There will always be peace
And I will always be home / I have a home waiting for me.
What is life if not just a walk in the dark,
Where one’s path is always lit up by the light of his soul.
Credits: Dragos Radu (2022, The Diary Of A Nobody)
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