Those four walls...

What these four walls behold;

They have stood tall

To hear my laughter, my cries

To have given me the shelter

Against the gusts, the heat, the rain

These four walls that house my thoughts

My heart, the hearth, the heather

That I tug them in an embrace;

The tether that would never let me part

I yearn to grow roots within those walls

Never to let go of those moments,

Unknowing they creep upon my own stillness,

Just as surely time crawls

That no wall can ever stand tall

They crumble to set free;

Every being that moves on

No roots that grow,

When the seeds dwell in your soul

Beyond those walls of the mind

The universe that beholds –

The crust of my being, to crumble

To liberate, my becoming, the bliss to unfold