I was searching for home 
in all the wrong places
In a person
a place or a role
Mistaking that
once found
I grasp hold to make ‘mine’
Effort to hold the impermanent
as permanent
Believing then 
there is something to lose. 

I realise now
home is right here
in the river of light 
deep within my chest
always there
always accessible
Nothing then to seek
but instead to notice 
what I’m already a part of
Finding peace 
in remembering 
there is nothing to lose