JOHN MCINTOSH
The soft and gentle silence
Of my Heart
Echoed again and again,
Come Home, Come Home
IT lingered behind
The glistening shades
Of illusion,
But never departed
Again and again
I grasped the
Seductive breezes the glamor
Of the Grand Dream laid before me
But never did it
Betray the beating Heart
Of Truth
Echoing, echoing – always echoing
Come Home, Come Home
I danced a thousand steps
Lost in the fields of separation
Till finally the swinging pendulum
Of happiness and sorrow
Brought me to my knees,
Turning me within
To hear the clear and Love-filled voice
Of Freedom’s song - sing
Come Home – Come Home
-image by Solveig Larsen
SELF DISCOVERY books by John McIntosh