the gift of home

i rested behind the heart
to hear the steady
drum call flickering
in the fire

i submerged into the
gushing torrential flow
swept into the depths
of our common blood

i sat in ancient caves
bones still and strong
home for wanderers
painted shadows on the walls

i shivered to the shreiking voice
of the cells singing
the truth in a never ending
song of praise

i connected to the source
made love to this form
so real, simple and true