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Come Home
Love that mother is becoming
the nothing that is trying to become
the great great great beautiful mother
that is freeing us to get
that freedom is the wild ready
trying to become the freedom
that is the kissing
freedom that we want
really trying to find the place
that is free from trying
to get that we become the dreaming
that is the really nothing
that is the freedom
that is becoming the freedom
that is trying to become the way
of our waking dream instead
of just in the dreams of the sleeping
tribes that are growing in that place
when we try to put your head on
the pillow and dream the wild
great great great freedom
that is the great great great becoming
the sun that is trying to give us
the light to see that we
help ourselves
helping the great great great
becoming burst becoming
the waking dream
that is the nothing
when we open our eyes
to try growing into the world
that is making the new freedom
that goes to the watering
that goes to the mother
that makes us cry
that make us try
to come home yes yes
Come Home
Something about your words just touch my soul. In this poem I started to try to make your words make sense and then I chose to let go and let them wash over me which was emotional and beautiful. My favourite part “really trying to find the place that is free from trying” Your words are eloquent and dream like <3
Exactly what we look to move toward in QiGong!! Thank you for saying it so eloquently Hannah! 💖