Acorn

Home is like your fist,
an acorn waiting to spring root.

Home is not your prison of convention,
nor a migrant’s shelter,
it’s neither pillow nor the pavement.

Home is a special state of mind
that one day you will find
in the silence of your soil.

It’s fading heartbeats
and an oak tree growing.

Great Oak by Eyvind Earle

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March 21, 2017

19 responses to “Acorn

  1. Interesting. Yes, I think we do find it within ourselves – but perhaps only when the outward environment is right too. Or does it go the other way around, I wonder? (As perhaps you suggest.)

  2. “Home is a special state of mind
    that one day you will find
    in the silence of your soil.”

    Truly my favourite verse

    Much love…

  3. I get that despite the past as home wasn’t a comforting place, home now is solid and strong. It seems like it is about someone as much as the “home” from the past – not being a nurturing space.

  4. Very nice, Bjorn. With the opening, “Home is …” you are leading us to stray into the places we’ve been, the places we’ve called home. Of course much, much more than simply where one hangs his/her hat. Broadly you covered those bases well.
    ..

  5. Home is like your fist, an acorn waiting to spring root … a fascinating simile, that sends one’s mind in a multitude of directions … some pleasant – some not so pleasant. Such is home, I suppose.

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