THE FINAL MOVE
We move constantly
From womb to world
From house to house
Looking for home
Building a nest
Packing our gear
Settling in
Moving on
Searching, exploring
Never quite arriving
Until, after many attempts,
We make the final move
And everything we have accumulated
All we have gathered up
We leave here
Except the love in our hearts
Which emanates out into the world
As a fragrance
Like a radiant flower
Releasing its pollen.