Bring it Home

Bring it Home,
That which we have found,
Bring it Home,
Make the stories shorter,
For you are the seed,
And this is your garden, your back yard,
Let them know that the knot has torn open,
That which bound our vision,
Let them know that the gates have swung free,
There is no other side of life,
There is no dark side of the moon,
Save in our child-like dreams.
Bring it home,
Make the stories shorter,
For here is the heart of our concerns,
The cradle of our courage,
Amongst the love that has not been forgotten,
And the lives not left behind.

(This poem is difficult to grasp at first read. It comes from the depths! It is open to many interpretations. One interpretation is that it is speaking of the end of a heroic journey when the hero needs to return home, and home is where the heart is. The 'stories' referred to are the dramas and adventures of everyday life. 'Making the stories shorter' refers to getting away from the drama and returning to the things and the people who are really important. Often these people are close by but are ignored or neglected in the rush to make an impression in the world. The hero also returns with 'good news' from his/her travels, 'the knot has torn open', the dramas we were taught as children are not necessarily true ; they are modern myths that keep us small. And the alternative to coming home is to 'leave lives behind' and to 'forget the love'. How many of us have done this then realised our mistake too late?)