I wrote this in march of 2020, after a meditation. I had a huge realization. Something inside of me came to the surface and then helped heal a great wound inside of my soul. I call it “HOME” 🏠
Home isn't 4 walls. It isn’t someplace at the end of a dead end block. It isn’t a person, place or thing. The definition of home reads “a place where one lives permanently”. But in an existence where nothing is permanent what does this mean? As humans we seek stability, we seek love outside of ourselves, we seek this idea of a house filled with lifeless objects. Painted walls of colors to match our mood. This isn’t home. This is the illusion. Home is within. Home has always been within. Home is burning fire, the warmth of a soul, the feeling of complete bliss as one softens into meditation. It’s that moment where everything feels perfect as the self is aligned with energy and the boundary between this realm and the next gets crossed. Where judgment doesn’t enter nor does it even exist. Where you sit with yourself and love every inch of your being and know that there is no better place than this.
- CARLYN BURCZYK
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