I Am Home Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am home—
the home of fulfillment:
long autumn of subtle insurrections
that ripen without witness—
I am home, all year.

I am home—
the home of fulfillment:
winter forge of contentment
where cold itself becomes a hearth—
I am home, all year.

I am home—
the home of fulfillment:
spring of the unwalked road
unfolding not before me
but as me—
I am home, all year.

I am home—
the home of fulfillment:
summer of the eye that looks at itself
in another's gaze
and finds no distance—
I am home, all year.

I am home—
the home of fulfillment:
beauty so sovereign
the sun borrows its light,
then forgets the debt—
I am home, all year.

—MyKoul