Coming Home

The resting place of the mind is the heart. The only thing the mind hears all day is clanging bells and noise and argument, and all it wants is quietude. The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That’s where you need to go. ― Elizabeth Gilbert

Coming Home by ~LEkROm


One thought on “Coming Home

  1. My mind is a beast,
    Crouching to devour the truths of what is
    And subvert them to ego.
    We have abandoned the heart?
    Empty nest of fallen bird,
    Weakness incarnate?
    Portal to pain.
    Take your heart,
    And rest therein your mind.
    Ego and I shall watch,
    And observe your fall.


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