Leaves don't grow without roots

So I have been thinking about home

Why a man takes himself away to seek meaning

Like the Buddha

Like the Prophet Mohamed

Like all the Prophets

Like the man who lost his son and grieved for the rest of his life

Or like the little girl whose mother left her who told me she misses her mums meatballs

We fill our trunks with stuff

And materialism doesn't fulfil us

I often wondered about home

The wide eyed weary eyed wanderer

What makes her roam?

What is it that causes her to seek?

Like the woman who moved to Bali and would never return to Australia

Or the man from Iraq who described himself as a tree whose leaves grow but there are no roots

We travel

Searching for home

And he is right

There is no point growing leaves when we can't find our roots

She feels this place has too many rules

And there's no one dancing on the streets

There's no open homes

It just doesn't feel right

She told her friend she is yearning the Mediterranean

But maybe she just said that because it was a neat story

However she did seem to blend in there

So that's why I've been wondering about Freedom

A man once asked me where is God

I pointed to my heart

God resides in here

And this place has closed its doors

There is no God in here

On this land or in this suburb

In this government and in this school

In this restaurant and in this billboard

There is no God on this land

And no freedom in me