We had been taught we had to buy our homes
in the currency of servitude,
our souls indentured for security,
our freedom traded to be warm and dry.

What liberation to discover
there’s a higher law,
to find we make our homes
from what we are.

We make our homes
from what we are:
Like coral, like clams,
we grow our shelter
from the soft sweetness of ourselves
and from our interface
with the vast and seething breathing
of currents rushing through us

We make our homes
in the power of our thought,
conceiving them as we conceive ourselves
inseparable from innate belonging.

We make our homes to hold ourselves together
and keep us where the flow of life
will constantly enliven us.

No way to be homeless,
no need to be fooled:
It isn’t commerce that protects us
but the law of home,
written in the timeless code
of water, waves, and stars.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2013