5/5 Dhananjay S. 7 months ago on Google
An
ode
to
an
old
home
One
may
seem
to
hold
many
thoughts
as
you
enter
the
old
home.
A
place
where
energies
synchronize,
to
make
a
perfect
retreat
daily.
A
cat
which
awaits,
as
you
walk
the
beautiful
garden
of
words,
in
spring,
in
merry,
in
total
awareness
as
the
pebbles
elutriate
your
aura.
Butterflies
flying
by,
whispering
their
story
of
love
all
throughout
as
they
settle
on
bloomed
florets
for
the
sake
of
their
beloveds.
Maybe
heaven
is
what
thee
shall
call
it,
a
place
for
which
soul
weeps,
just
to
be
settled
out
of
the
unsettling
integrality
filled
of
despair.
A
home
of
many,
as
it
welcomes
you
with
open
arms,
like
a
mother
opening
arms
for
a
tot.
A
paradise
summer
as
one
may
call
it,
for
all
the
seasons
work
in
harmony
to
make
way
for
the
sentience
around.
The
sounds
of
nature,
treatising
literature
of
zen
and
meditation,
making
a
perfect
place
to
touch
the
state
of
enlightenment,
becoming
one
with
the
make.
For
the
old
home
is
the
sanctuary
of
peace,
as
you
shall
see
once
you
enter
the
foyer,
which
awaits
your
contiguity.
By
Simran
Chauhan
&
Dhananjay
Singh