Harmonies of the Inner Home
Within the house, the birds take flight—
Their song a joy, their cage a light.
A home where spirit sings aloud,
No hymn for crowds, no voice too proud.
The warbled air becomes a prayer—
A sacred music housed in care.
The snake is swayed by rhythm’s trust,
The charmer still, his gaze robust.
No force compels the coil to rise—
It answers to the heart’s disguise.
So too we tame the wild within,
By moving where the songs begin.
