Home And Homeless

O human, why you wander so lost and helpless? Are you abandoned? Orphan? Homeless? Find a home o human, find a home. Home is not a space walled by bricks or stones. Home is not a land bordered by sea or mountain. Home is where most peace is. Home is where heart's dance is. Home is where soul's song is. Home can be anything, and everything. Baby's home is his mother's breasts. Musician's home is sound's resonance. Lover's home is his beloved's embrace. Bhakta's home is his Prabhu's grace. If home is everywhere, then why you wander homeless o human why you wander homeless? (Bhakta, the seeker; Prabhu, the almighty) © Arun Maji Painting: Amit Bhar