Birthplace – A Poem

Birthplace – A Poem

They say eventually we’re all drawn
back to the place of our birth.
We must follow the bloodline.
It leads to the gold centre of the heart.

Even if you run; away, awry—
fighting to escape the lines that entangle
you in a vine of history, you’ll
end up back there. Your birthplace.

But what if your blood isn’t thicker
than water? Earth, blood, bodies, breath,
birthplace, foreign to you. Lands beyond
this one is where you call home.

I remember blue skies and peach stars.
I remember silver and gold music.
I remember white beings, white light.
I remember sparkles and cosmic dust
and the endless blue that sunk me in and kissed me out.

I remember.
I long.


June 28, 2019


About This Poem

Many of us sensitives and empaths find it hard to call earth home. Of course, it is our home; it’s our home away from home.

When I go about my day, I often feel a deep sense of transience. Not only because life is temporary. Also because I know I’m a time traveller, and earth isn’t my final destination.

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