A house: a home

Can it be such in this life that I wake up for a few moments from this monotonic dream, from my associated names, and from my body? Can I become nothing, or rather, as they say, everything?

A house needs to permit me a shelter in myself, and drive away all of my traits that are not inherently mine. Like a mighty lion chasing all of the vices away. Imagine the whole world to be one large forest; then I want my house to be right in the center, to give me exactly what was blessed to me upon my birth. Who knows, maybe when the timing is right, the Guru (goodness) might dawn on me and let me be his disciple. That is if he is indeed real. At the minimum, I am certain that my house will nurture my soul in the peace of the forest, with no defined maximum bound.