Going Home

“My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”

― Jalaluddin Rumi

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Many wise sages have said it

We are not our own

we come from some place

or something

or someone

and we are on a tortuous path

back

I like to think of it as “going home”

but here’s the thing

we can lose our way

as we become attached to so many things

success, money, power, pleasure

and we forget where home lies

which is why Jesus said we have to die to live

I am not Buddhist, and do not claim to understand it deeply

But it too seems to talk about being, then not-being, then being again

We exist only for a moment, and then that self dies, and is reborn into the person we are the next moment.

I think there is something in all of this

In all this dying, or letting go

In the act of constantly letting go of everything we are

So that we might become everything we might be

I see my role in life as that of letting heaven happen inside me

And making heaven happen around me

I do that best when I have a sense of where I am heading

When I am consciously walking toward that which is Love

When I live toward my values

For “my soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”