my shajarah, oh, shajarah...

how have you been?
how was the journey?
how is your heart?
are you really back home?

my shajarah, oh, shajarah
welcome home...
is it really home?
will it ever be the same again?

six months
a hundred and eighty four
days, to be exact
long nights and days

emotional whirlwind
onerous movements
coming to and fro
restless, volatile

arbitrary
fleeting
transitory
momentary

shipwrecked
ecstatic
push and pull
unfamiliar

nothing certain
all taken away
east and west
highs and lows

two things i asked
two things granted
simplicity and poverty
brokenness and suffering

yet never was gone
gnawing peace and endurance
such majesty of calmness
always extensive, long-lasting

where have you been?
where are you going?
are you really back?
are you really home?

is it really home?
is it still the same?
will you ever be?
home and home again?

changes
brokenness
growth
suffering

home
is it true
will it ever be
such a reality

never will your heart be
home again
never will there be
the same home again

arbitrary
fleeting
transitory
momentary

so how is your heart?
will it ever be
a welcome home again...
oh shajarah!