Where the Heart Finds Its Way

A Moment to Pause

Do stop by for a while,

where the heart finds its way.

Even if it is only a moment’s pause,

just come and pass through.

You may come without promise or plan—

where the eyes finds its way.

With a light and easy heart,

stay, if only for a little while.

It is all right if you are not whole.

It is all right if you are not splendid.

Just as you are—

simply be, and then go.

To stay is but a moment,

and it cannot last forever,

yet like a lingering fragrance remembered long after,

it remains—threaded through the heart.

So please, do not be disappointed.

Do not blame yourself.

At any time, even by chance,

live by giving a small piece of your heart.

A timid confession

may become a deep love to someone.

Even the briefest greeting

may be etched as a precious moment.

So wherever the memories finds its way,

do come and visit whenever you wish.

Though we may be clumsy and not understand at first,

in the end, it will remain—deep and lasting.

*these are my own paintings *