Pen o’ the Woods : The Forest of the Heart

I return to the breath.

I return to my center. 

And then, no matter the

bounty of inner peace and 

tranquility that I 

might find there, 

or lifetimes I may spend

roaming the forests

of the triple worlds

searching for truffles

like a love-sick pig,

eventually,

like a trusty

Labrador 

always returns  

to the trail 

guided by

her master’s call, 

my thoughts always

find their way 

back home

to you.