This was written for a former monk:

Home

~
Troughout your entire life
you can try and you can strive
to build yourself a lovely home.
But it is nothing you can own.

There is one day you have to go,
like ev'ryone
you leave this show.
All what you had is left behind:
your home,
your love,
and too:
your mind.

But here is some what is to say:
life is like a stony way,
if you rush then you will stumble;
do like Jesus,
just be humble.

Then you might find what is your own.
It's within you
and it's called home;
it is divine, was always here,
it is your self;
nothing to fear:
you never ever are alone!

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