Come home

an invitation to silence

Come home, wanderer.

In spiritual direction, I share with those whose journey I am blessed to travel with, an invitation and reminder to return home to themselves.

This is the homecoming I refer to. To return home to silence, to the great unknowing unknown, the pure self, the silence of being.

How to know when we are wandering?

Vigilance. To be quietly aware of all that is coming and going. To notice when we have wandered, paying more attention to the storm of thoughts that is the mind, than to resting as the awareness of all things. To notice when we are giving belief to the mind’s creations of future, and recreations of past, and even of the present.

To be truly present is to return home to ourself.

To return home to presence, to the groundless silence of being, pure awareness of all that is, in the timeless now. This is the timeless expanse of God’s presence, the Dharmakaya, the Truth body of all Buddhas, the Self.

If we are suffering, we have wandered far from home. If we are uncomfortable, we have wandered a little way. Either way, we can turn back. Thankfully, it only takes a split second to see that we have left home, and a split second only is needed to return.

Because this ocean of peace that is our true home, is always here. It goes nowhere. It’s only the idea we have of ourselves that wanders and fluctuates, entering and leaving.

A life lived from this home is a life lived in truth. No need to beat ourselves up when we wander, as the more often we return, the more in residence we become. The more settled, established, and at peace with the world, we become.

May we fall in love with this home, and with homecoming too.

Let us love this place so much, it becomes the heart of our life, the heartbeat in every movement, every play, every conversation, every moment.

Fall in love with this placeless place that is not my home or yours, it is all of ours, our eternal home and natural resting place. It is not the lowest, it is the highest. All of life’s dances arise here, and return here.

Come home, wanderer, and keep coming home, until you realise that you never actually leave. All things resolve here, in this loving homestead.

Every moment of suffering is an opportunity to return here, nothing is wasted.

Learn to love even these wanderings, as they are each a signpost home.

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