Monday, April 07, 2014

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

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


Anonymous Anonymous said...

When we trip too hard it means we're not home. Thanks for this one. Good reminder.

April 8, 2014 at 12:24 AM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...

Tanks Alice. Good connection.

PS - I added two since your comment.

April 8, 2014 at 5:10 PM  
Blogger cheryl said...

"our lives are our homes" how true this is Neil.

April 9, 2014 at 8:30 PM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...

Thanks, Cheryl. I think there's something there- really appreciate your feedback.

April 9, 2014 at 9:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

harmonious home ! this one is so true ! love the style too !

April 11, 2014 at 1:06 PM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...

Thanks R. Appreciated more than you could know.

April 14, 2014 at 1:25 PM  

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