From A Tale of Songs by Swami Kriyananda
“Often we dream of home as a specific place on earth. In fact we are home wherever we happen to be on earth. God is center everywhere, circumference nowhere. And so is it also with us.
“A woman from England, visiting Ramana Maharshi’s ashram in India, remarked to him, ‘I’ve come a long way to get here!’ ‘You haven’t moved,’ he replied. ‘The scenery around you has changed.’ A novel way to think of it! That, however, should ever be our reality.
“We gaze outward at the scenes passing around us, but we should ever be centered in ourselves, and at home wherever we go.”
LYRICS
Home is a green hill, home is a wind
Blowing betrayal, far, far away.
Home is the knowledge heaven is near,
Home’s the end of the fray.
Home is my heart’s land, home’s where I am;
Nothing can dim the light of my soul.
Home is forever, home is today,
Home’s a heart that is whole.
Often I dream that life is a play:
Laughter forever and skies never gray.
But when I’m silent, freed from all care,
I discover my home’s everywhere.
Home is a green hill, home is a wind
Blowing betrayal, far, far away.
Home is the knowledge heaven is near,
Home’s the end of the fray.
