And we are all finding way to come home

to come back to the realization 

 that we are all the same

without knowing whatever reason 

why we are here in the first place

Is it the same as the big bang?

We don’t know how it happened and why

Is it annoying to not knowing anything about our source?

But wait, are we The Source?

Sometimes when we dream

We do not know how all these things happen

But we do not have much time to think about it

We wake up and most of the time, we don’t care

We don’t even remember 

But is there only one layer of a dream?

How many times we need to wake up 

until we reach the final awakening

But it is reachable?

Is it infinite like the place between 1 and 2?

One can dig deep down 

between the two numbers forever

Never ending

Can guru show us the way home?

But how the loudest alarm clock wake you up

If you don’t remove your ear plugs

He can drive the car to your front door

but your ego is too heavy to be dragged to the car seat

But wait, are we already Home?

The shortest way is to go in

The furthest way is to go out

Out to every part of the world

only to find the missing key 

to open the door within

We embark on the journey out of ourselves

To see the way to come back in

The guru say go into the door.

We can’t see it until we realize

we are already sitting inside

We are the chamber

We are the door

We are the visitors

We are the owner

We are gurus

We are disciples

We are the big tree