Imagine a Painting

I imagine myself a painting.

A painting that plants seeds...and watches as the fruits of its labors grow. That reaps what it sows. That surrounds itself in soothing shades of green. That wraps itself in the belly of the great mountains.

I imagine winding roads...and paths to follow....and no destination.

I imagine myself a painting...that leads and lights the way. A painting that returns me safely. That walks me back home...and to my true self.

Sometime. Somewhere. Someday.