It’s funny. In my country (Viet Nam), the husband refers to his wife as “my home.” The wife refers to her husband as “my home.” Talking with another person she might say, “My home said that” or “My home is not here at the moment.” There must be some feeling behind this.
When we say, “Home sweet home,” where is it? When we practice looking deeply, we realize that our home is everywhere. We have to be able to see that the trees are our home and the blue sky is our home. It looks like a difficult practice, but it’s really easy. You only need to stop being a wanderer in order to be at home. “Listen, listen. This wonderful sound brings me back to my true home.” The voice of the Buddha, the sound of the bell, the sunshine, everything is calling us back to our true home. Once you are back in your true home, you’ll find the peace and the joy you deserve.
Thich Nhat Hanh
from Jesus and Buddha as Brothers