Home within Yourself

A story of the wildgeese

“But what if I miss home?” asked the little goose the elder one, after they had been flying for hours.

“We’re flying south,” they had told the little goose.
But the little goose didn’t know where south was.
It only knew its home — and that already felt far away.

“What if we never find our way back?” it whispered.

“Close your eyes,” the elder goose replied softly.
“Think of your home. Can you see it?”

“Yes,” said the little goose.
“I see our lake,
far behind us now,
where the water breaks into a thousand tiny stars,
where the wind sings lullabies,
and the clouds float like dreams in the mirror of the water.”

The elder goose nodded.

“Then you know it.
You cannot lose what lives inside you.
Home isn’t something you leave behind.
You carry it within you — wherever you go.
And when you close your eyes, you can always return.”

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