Coming home

This is what it feels like when after a good meditation you come home to yourself and find you are still a psychological mess :)

Coming home

Coming home

Is not supposed to be like this.

I found I had lost the key

To the gate outside

And had to jump over

Rusty spikes.

I open the door

Breaking through the cobwebs

And find I had forgotten

The security code.

I was grilled by the police

Before I convinced them

Of my right

To come back to my own home.

I sat on the sofa

And found it covered with dust mites.

And the bed full of

Bed bugs.

Dust and chaos no matter

Where I looked.

As I sat forlorn

Looking at the beam of light

Streaming through the dusty window,

I realized

I better start

Cleaning house.