Home Beyond Home

Beyond all our troubles, fights and insecurities,
There is a place that echoes our joy.
Can I meet you there?

Beyond our money, fame and skin color
There is a place where we sing from our hearts.
Can I meet you there?

Beyond our intelligence, wit and utility
There is a place where we sleep like a child.
Can I meet you there?

Beyond our silky hairs, sharp noses and desirable lips
There is a faceless mother waiting for her child to return.
Can I meet you there?

Beyond our old age, sickness and death
There is an eternal youthful bliss.
Can I meet you there?

Beyond home, there is a home.
Where we accept our faces and repel our insecurities.
Where our status dissolves and our work, flows.
Can I meet you there?

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