Soul Migration

eyes turned in,
ears tuned out,
I listen with my heart,
to that inner voice shout;
that knows and guides me
to my ever-expanding home,
as I feel my way through
dark seas and raging storms;
I don't have to know
where to go, or how to reach the shore,
I just have to learn
when and how, to let go.

What is home?

Have you for once,
stopped a moment to think -
"What is home?"
for the birds, 
butterflies and bees,
that cross over 
miles of emptiness,
to survive, sustain and seek?
Have you for once
wondered and asked -
"What is home 
for you and me?"
Is it what we leave behind? 
Or is it what we seek?