Unhurried

Days are always good;
it’s us who carry hurricanes within,
always in a hurry to be somewhere.
But is that somewhere worth it
if it never lets us rest?

Aren’t you tired of living on tiptoes,
pushing yourself just to survive another day?
Sometimes I wonder why satisfaction feels miles away,
even when I’m moving as fast as I can.
The distance never decreases,
nor does the journey.

Maybe it’s because all beautiful things are slow.
Clouds move slowly.
Light enters quietly through crevices.
The sky changes colours without rushing,
and the wind knows how to slow down before sunset.
Healing takes its time.

Only destruction arrives in a hurry.
Hurricanes never slow down.

☘️☘️☘️