I lost my way, I think.

Where am I?  How did I get here?

This wasn't the plan I had.

I see the road, it looks familiar

but it's not the road I chose.

I don't understand why I have to go this way.

All of a sudden, I turned and I was here.

Looking at a landscape

and seeing only the flaws.


It is going to take forever to get back, I think.

I've lost my way, I can't see an easy turn.

Standing, waiting for someone to come save me.

They will right? 

Even thought my dreams got in the way of reality,

I know that this road can't be the place I should be.

What is the purpose?  I don't see one.

I just see derailment.


Don't people wonder where I went?

Or maybe this is where they expected me to be.

So I sit, I wait, I wonder, I see more flaws.

I don't see a way home. I don't know how to make it. 

It seems so hard.

Finding my way back to the start.

The road is blocked - there is no way back, I think.

Or could my ambition and inspiration find my way.

No, no, not realistic at all.


Out of the corner of my eye, I see it.

That glimmer.  The shining in the flaws.

The shimmer that opens my eyes.

I look around again.  I see the beauty within the flaws.

I see the flaws within the beauty.

I see they are one - there is no separation.

This road, it is the road I chose.  I don't need saving.

The detour is the right road, I think.

This is not a place of illusion, it is a place I belong.

 

~Copyright 2012, Mary D'Alba, Spiritualitygirl~