in my house,
How can I be dwelling in so many places?
Where do I not dwell? In all the places where I’ve not been…
and not heard about. And in all those places I’ve rejected.
I wish to dwell in those places as well for they keep me alive
even as I reject them.
Or could I just dwell in mindfulness… and in no place else.
What would that look like?
How would that feel?
Who would be there to greet me? Me?