Roaming
My Poem, Roaming, from my post My Spiritual Yoga Journey Part 15
Roaming
There is something about roaming
for I am a rambler
at heart
It means I can dream
and in dreaming
I become One
My Self
all parts of me
individuate
No longer
scattered
left adrift
Through roaming
they awaken
vibrantly
Like petals
unfurling
reaching for the sun
Opening out
taking a breath
feeling restored
Anew
all parts alive
afresh
Roaming
is my happy place
a spiritual shrine
To be
at peace
honouring my spirit
It is my soul's journey
wandering
wondering
Catching my thought
thinking on my feet
sensing the world
A shift happens
cosmically
eternally
Within
and without
at one moment
A belongingness
inter-related
purposefully
As I dream
alone
walking through portals
Of nature
I nurture me
with joy
Wholesome
in love
a rapport of totality
Forgiving
awkward steps
anxiously made
Thankful
blessed
grateful
Namaste
Pranama
Om
(tomrambler319 18.5.25)
I hope you enjoy my revisit of my poem. It felt somewhat important to share right now what with Litha, and Cancer Season now in place. Cancer Season is a return to ourselves. The word Home is greatly associated with Cancer and that can mean any usage of the word and what it means to you. By finding our inner tranquility we can then help others to heal and grow. My happy place, my home, is through rambling. And that as a metaphor for my spirituality and yoga practice makes me smile.
Sending you many Blessings,
Namaste 🙏✨🕉️🦋🌻