Of paths

Let It Go

Let it go,

Let it out,

Let it all unravel:

Let it free

And it will be

A path on which to travel.

The Path to Your Door

The path to your door

Is the path within,

Is made by animals,

Is lined by thorns,

Is stained with wine,

Is lit by the lamp of sorrowful dreams,

Is washed with joy,

Is swept by grief,

Is blessed by the lonely traffic of art,

Is known by heart,

Is known by prayer,

Is always strange,

The path to your door.

How to Get There 

Go to the end of the path until you get to the gate.

Go through the gate and head straight out towards the horizon.

Keep going towards the horizon.

Sit down and have a rest every now and again,

But keep going, just keep with it.

Keep on going as far as you can.

That’s how you get there.

CURLY VERSE – Michael Leunig