Being no one, going nowhere

Being no one, going nowhere

Sitting alone
In the middle of nowhere
Feeling like a warrior
Who lost his army
Vulnerable – I would say
And by that, I mean having no option
Other than the warmth of the Noble Heart way

There is this sense of deep loss
Opening to the vastness
Of what I really am
Spacious awareness
Is my true home
And, despite how it may sound
It is comfortable there.

Just a bit chilly, really

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  1. This poem speaks to me — exactly that. Thank you!

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