My real home💙

That feeling when you realize that in reality you belong to someone else,

that someone who has always been there,

that you have a home which was never built and can never be destroyed,

and you always belonged there.

That amazing feeling in realizing even when you lose everything on this earth,

nothing is lost in your real world,

it was and always will be that place which is so beyond lost and found.

The feeling when you realize there is a family,

beyond the family which you believed to be your entire universe and the family for which you could do anything in this whole world,

and ‘that’ family is your permanent one,

your eternal love,

and even when you lose everyone here,

you haven’t lost a thing in your real world.

The feeling when you realize that even after you lose the people you love the most,

and the people involved in your each and every bond could die,

the associated feeling with it that you can not control the situation,

the pain that you receive, all the suffering that is not under your control,

even after you lose everything, nothing is actually lost.

That liberating feeling in realizing that you have someone waiting for you so eagerly to come home,

for you to feel loved and realize what real love is,

for you to receive answers to all your questions,

or to realize your real nature is not in questioning, it actually lies in being,

being where all questions dissolve,

where all you do is radiate,

radiate love, peace and radiate bliss🤍