Sometimes

On the way back…

Sometimes, I take a different road,
one I’ve never walked before.
Even if it’s longer, I walk it anyway.

Walking is a way of drawing thoughts up from deep within.
Along the way, I may lose my path.

But I tell myself not to panic.
If you keep walking,
you can always find it again.

Sometimes, I choose to be a little less clever.
The sharper and more calculating we become,
the more tired our eyes grow,
until everything turns blurred instead of clear.

Even when it feels like I’m making mistake after mistake,
if I let myself think, “Well… that’s all right,”
a strange ease appears—
the kind that comes from flaws I never noticed before.

Sometimes, I simply stay still for a while.
That sudden downpour that felt like disaster
passes quietly,
and leaves a rainbow behind.

Washing my face with warm water,
listening to the soft sound of a candle burning,
the moments that once startled me too much
slowly settle down.

Sometimes, enough to smile,
enough to close my eyes and let myself be held,
a warm wave of love comes gently in.

Sometimes, I keep walking like that.
Sometimes, I stop where I am.
Sometimes, I close my eyes—
just like that.

Sometimes...

*these are my own paintings *