Home is something found and lost lost and found in eyes of love and lovers in silence and quiet tears laughter meals screams journeys It's the way some look at stars They are but see in Others, or and. It's being sick and knowing who cares is true to making happy and well, and good, and love. It's flowers in toothbrushes songs in antenna-like hopes that vanish in letting go In arms of hugs or such a load of fear gone Home is found and lost lost and found kept alive like a fireplace. Fine, fine, fine shore, take care.s Bittersweet when not judging, nearly Time, slow and fast Times, good and bad are dreams of togetherness. One step back, for space and Courage to arise in it, to say Do with patience presence do and say Let go of the anger that poisons us The empty in one, rusted prey gets filled with home horizons Nightmare gone wearing step by step and no unfeasible goals Whims, wings wrinkle and white lines among the other darker ones on head Dots ran dangling down the skull and continue getting old enough for whims, maybe not² too sure about getting wings if it's lies instead of lines. It was a time when we only saw one body, ours while seeing the world, why seek? No proselytism publicity and unfeasible goals Dreams of togetherness voiced with quiet tears.
“One sees how people cause so much of their own suffering just because they think that without having these strong emotions they’re not real people. (…) It is very difficult to understand others while still caught up in the turmoil of one’s emotional involvement – because we’re always interpreting others from the standpoint of our own needs.
Sentimental love is very unstable, because it’s based on feed-back and how good it makes you feel. That is not real love at all.”
– Tenzin Palmo (Diane Perry)