Home is where we can feel safe. It is the refuge from the outside world. Within its quiet walls we can decompress and return the mind to a state of peace. By learning to let go, we can gain so much more.
The limpid river runs between the bushes,
The horse and cart are moving idly on.
The water flows as if with a mind of its own,
At dusk, the birds return to perch together.
The desolate town is faced by an ancient ferry,
The setting sun now fills the autumn hills.
And far below high Songshan's tumbling ridges,
Returning home, I close the door for now.
Returning To Songshan Mountain ---Wang Wei