Home Sweet Home

“When one’s expectations are reduced to zero,one really appreciates everything one does have.”

Stephen Hawking

About a year and a half ago, I was invited to go to an event that was celebrating the life and work of Stephen Hawking’s.  It took place in this little Bohemian like theater down in the Village of New York. Well, being a big fan of his work I jumped at the chance to go. There were all kinds of artists, brainiacs, and lay people like myself who came to get our minds blown. I wasn’t disappointed. It was an interactive evening of entertainment, discussions and some theater that displayed the big bang theory, dying stars, black holes and how the universe came to be through a tiny dot of singularity.

 

So what has this to do with what’s going on in the world today? Well, everything if we can open our hearts and minds to expand our consciousness. If we allow ourselves to look beyond ourselves and on to a bigger picture, we can feel a connection with the universe.  Fear has gripped and paralyzed the majority of so many that is difficult for them to see beyond their comfort zone which has now vanished for them. They say stay home, but what is home? A house is not a home. A home is where your heart is, and your heart is in you, around you, and everywhere you give of yourself. Your heart like the universe can collapse into a black hole or expand to radiate love.

 

When we realize that we are all one. no I, no we no nothing but a single point, maybe, just maybe we can let go of the fear that keeps us in bondage. Home sweet home, is in the heart. Your heart and mine. One Heart! All Love!

 

  (after Stephen Hawking)

Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity
we once were?

so compact nobody
needed a bed, or food or money—

nobody hiding in the school bathroom
or home alone

pulling open the drawer
where the pills are kept.

For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you.   Remember?
There was no   Nature.    No
them.   No tests
to determine if the elephant
grieves her calf    or if

the coral reef feels pain.    Trashed
oceans don’t speak English or Farsi or French;

would that we could wake up   to what we were
— when we were ocean    and before that
to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was
liquid and stars were space and space was not

at all — nothing

before we came to believe humans were so important
before this awful loneliness.

Can molecules recall it?
what once was?    before anything happened?

No I, no We, no one. No was
No verb      no noun
only a tiny tiny dot brimming with

is is is is is

All   everything   home

 

 

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