A House is Not a Home

My heart is like a fungus or a brain

Its nodes reach out to all manner of loci

I follow the yeast of the kingdom

My life essence traverses the gateways of the eyes

Wherever light rolls out a melanin carpet of common humanity

I reside in a complex network of simplicity

Where two or more are gathered reclining to the Name

Attributes of the Divine hosting and being hosted

I in you and you in me

Home is to me a nomadic family

These are my mother and brothers and sisters

We share love in all languages and dine at the table of the Good Shepherd

This is where my heart is