Home
Unless we find our real home we have to go on traveling, we have to go on journeying. And the most surprising thing is that the real home is not far away.
We make many homes, and we never look at the real home. The homes that make are all arbitrary; they are sandcastles or palaces made of playing cards: just toys to play with, they are not real homes, because death destroys them all.
The definition of the real home is that which is eternal. Only God is eternal, everything else is temporary. The body is temporary, the mind is temporary, money, power, prestige – all are temporary. Don’t make your home in these things. I am not against these things, use them, but remember that they are just a caravansary, they are good for an overnight stay, but in the morning we have to go.
We go on missing our real home because it is very close; it is not even close, it is within ourselves. Search for it within. Those that have gone in have always found it.
