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The Place Of Spiritual Belonging
Do you feel the quiet, insistent ache beneath the breastbone that suggests you belong somewhere else? Maybe you are a temporary visitor to this life and have often felt a stirring inside the heart that this is not your true home. I often felt like that growing up. The ache inside for the place where I truly belonged grew stronger over the years, until the time was right for me to recognise the self and realise that it was where I belonged. There, in the stillness and silence of presence, I found what I had always longed for. I found my true home.
When I was born
You imprinted yourself
On my heart, pressed firmly
With a strong palm
Against the muscle.
Every beat,
Each throbbing pulse
Spoke of something familiar.
A name, a place, a moment
I had not yet recognised.
The years passed
With your mark upon me.
Each fingerprint ached
With a strange sensation,
Calling me to go deeper.
One night,
A dream cracked open my chest
And pointed to the place inside
Where you had always been,
Revealing who you were.
In that moment, I understood
That you had claimed me,
And that previously
I had not been ready
To know this ancient wisdom.
In that moment,
My heart exploded
Into galaxies, and stars
Scattered across the heavens
In a wonderous display.
Prostrating before you,
I offered you my heart
And taking it gently, placed it
Within your own cosmic centre,
Telling me it is where I belong.
Now I am the universe.
I am the breath of every living thing,
The wisdom and knowledge sought
In quiet prayers and contemplations.
Now at last, I am home.
Thank you for reading.
All my love,
Vickey.
There’s something very familiar in that sense of not quite belonging to the surface of things, of feeling oriented toward something that isn’t immediately visible. What interests me is how that recognition unfolds. Whether it arrives as a sudden revelation, as you describe, or whether it builds more quietly over time, through small moments of attention rather than a single opening.
The idea of ‘home’ is powerful here, though I sometimes wonder if what we call home is less a place we arrive at and more a way of being present to where we already are.
This is deeply moving, Vicky. The way you’ve woven longing into awakening is beautiful—like the ache itself was guiding you home all along. There’s something very comforting in how you turn separation into unity, and it leaves a quiet sense of peace behind after reading.