Home Haiku
The place where one lives
and feels like they have arrived?
Harmonious home.
We all wish we were
bound for love waiting at home,
not just Paul Simon.
We may call it home
But inside we know the truth
Home is not this place
A lock and a bed
Running water, heat, food - YET
Writing this is home
When we try too hard
it means we are not at home
and we must go home
Insecurity
Is a painful exile
Where you pine for home
A select many
Each of us makes history
Our lives are our homes
Prompted By HaikuHorizons
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 11:33 PM
6 Comments:
When we trip too hard it means we're not home. Thanks for this one. Good reminder.
Tanks Alice. Good connection.
PS - I added two since your comment.
"our lives are our homes" how true this is Neil.
Thanks, Cheryl. I think there's something there- really appreciate your feedback.
harmonious home ! this one is so true ! love the style too !
Thanks R. Appreciated more than you could know.
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