AMONG the stars i sleep

What is Home?
Some geographical location associated with where they dwell? Is it to do with what is inked with Red, Blue, Green chemicals compositions of with elaborate seals that are specific to countries? 

A physical structure where one keeps belongings and eat, poops, sleep?

Home maybe is where the one's loved ones and things dwell together in a physical sanctuary, perhaps none of it all or as the popular saying goes, home is where the heart is, it is the mystical land promising of serenity? 


Many people I listen to often with naivetés accept that they carried with the thought, the sanctuary so graciously presented by their support/guardians/parents is to be their home.
I did, Later than I like, was I able to mystify of not being associated with "A Soil" but more with "The Soul".

Never was there a night when I was content until I realized this is it, this is perhaps where my heart is happpie.

"This" behold my fellow earthlings is aggrandizement space of "This is it".

Beckoning upon the days in primary school, the drawing class particularly where I always painted Mountains, with the orange Sun shining gifting every 8 mins and 20 seconds a new gift to the mighty snow-capped peaks coming to quench the our earnestness with its crystal clear cold water. Where the pillars of love stood strong for a tiny cabin.
The joyful canine's and the herds keeping on toes. The home I drew.


My trip to Khangchendzonga national park, my new Home has it all.
For never I had a more joyful night after acknowledging the blessing of having the imagination lived.
Tears of joys, filled my heart. Ever short lived, the day and night made it more valuable.
As fleeting life's eternity is, soon this wouldn’t be here, indulge in every moment and reverberate all senses as it soon shall pass.

​Impermanence makes everything more beautiful is not it? :)

Many a times, those unfaithful evenings seem to pass into abyss wherein nor the comfort nor the discomfort seem to associate with the state wherein only contentment if any is found in not sleeping, but being awake all night.
I wonder how many of our nights have been a victim of the unfaithful crime in passion of comfort and our chimera charade of home?

I happen to have spent out of 1255 weeks alive since birth in places where my association was based with the bodily soil being in comfort at the earthly soil.
It is not too late yet for the soul to be at home now!

Until the soul finds its soil (Hopefully never), Enjoying this holy night out with the wavy clouds being my roof and the cold earthed land as my bed.

The debt of life itself shall disunite oneself and unite our self into understanding, this is home. Good, bad, cold, warm, comfy, rocky, borders, land, sky, water wherever we are, goes with us our home. It is all here folks.

Transiting now from here (Bhutan) into your mystical land. 
​Cosy up and share me your home, tell me or perhaps yourselves, enjoy the sweet journey of mystifying it :) <3