homeless

where is home, Rumi, where is home?
in which landscape does my heart blossom?
where I smell the earth and rain and roses
or
where I lean my forehead to beloved's cheek
and remain still
is there one form, one body, one mouth
to quench my thirst
one land, one mountain, one sea?
is it where I want to be or
is it where I need to be?

I asked the mountain, I asked the sea, I asked the tree

but it was the heart who answered

"go towards the light,

where there is an invitation from the heart

and no resistance to your presence"