comfort

My home smells
   like sandalwood and burning candles,
   prayer and meditation,
   study and devotion.

My home feels
   like will with blended love,
   joy mixed with compassion,
   light and dark refashioned.

My home tastes
   like bread baked in the oven,
   cinnamon and spices,
   lentils stewed with rices.

My home
   seems far away.

Home is where my body lands
languid on a couch,
Food in my tummy
and a comfy place to slouch.

Home is where my loved ones
love me right back,
And the people who don't like me
stay out of my track.

Home is where the music flows,
deep in my soul.
Where we all sing together
Where we all know our role.

Home is just a construct
So let's build it up together,
Where our hearts can always shelter
Through any kind of weather.