winding home

parched lands waiting for rain
parched man sitting in church
the silence at once both
calming and deafening
mind stiller yet not quite
whole
heart beats slower
yet
not fully relaxed for
family life still beckons
artistic life
community life
friend
lover
teacher
healer
learner
all have been put aside for now
as i just sit
my mind a bag of beans
jumping of their own accord
but the rhythms of this place
have slowed me
assured me
dealt with me beyond what i can
know
or feel
a long bus trip
a winding road
and then home
change and renewed
with luck

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