“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.”
– Herman Hesse
Are you like the Cuckoo bird
Flying nest to nest
Laying eggs in homes
That aren’t your own
While you sit in those other nests
Your true home sits empty
Abandoned
Waiting for you to fly home
Only when you say stop
Only when you say enough
Only when you give up trying
Can you take refuge in your true nest
Shhhhh
Stop flapping
Stop doing
Stop searching
Just rest
Just remember
Just receive
Just reconnect
In silence
In stillness
In softness
In surrender
Turn your longing
Into belonging
Rest your fragile wings
And your wild beating heart
Sit for a while
And watch your true self
Hatch in the warmth
Of the sun
