When one is dreaming, a house represents one’s life. Is it too much to ask that one has a waking dream of peaceful repose in one’s home, and by extension, life? I know we humans are animals and survive in a jungle, but hasn’t civilization taken upon itself the use of tools to organize and protect, which ideally acts as a buffer between us and the jungle?

As it buffers, the institutions of regulation and control also acts as a barrier. How much are the buffers worth when they also build walls between “us” and “them.”

I consider my home to be Planet Earth. My home’s parts work together to carry on. My home/body has cell walls to function and to protect what’s going on within it. Cells also have permeable walls to filter things in (nutrients) and out (waste.)

My home has windows —

Two-way vision, with screens:

Pests out; lets life in.

 

Chèvrefeuille is the host of Heeding Haiku With… and says:
This week the theme is “My Home Is My Castle” and it is inspired on the following:
[…] “The house of every one is to him as his Castle and Fortress as well for defence against injury and violence, as for his repose” which over the years has become simplified to “my home is my castle”. […]  This week’s task is to create haiku or haibun (with a maximum of 150 words) inspired on this theme.  Have fun!