like a compass that has lost north
spinning without pattern, without end my heart races erratically, unmoored by just the soft touch of your hand
In the end it was never the destination that mattered
It was our journey and memories that were the key Instead of dreams it was glass ceilings shattered No regrets are had by me We did it all our way in the face of those who couldn’t see the vision We put humans first and hearts make good choices We fought through literal fire to accomplish our mission And we never lost our guts or voices I see now so clearly that we are the lucky ones Looking back at so much more gained than lost Living in the moment with you was the prize Making our own rules was worth every ounce of the cost It’s a little bit of everything that we get to hold dear Sharing the experience with a precious few We get to keep that compass in hearts forever near If I had to do it all over again I would and I would choose you
Closing a chapter
I've a clever little friend
who guides me to a world of neverend where all the twists of fate are twine wrapped around my compass mind pointing north or in or through an acute tangle of you th—
Studying the wrinkled lines
of elder poems on the topic of the Four Directions; however; the poetics of haunting bards and mossy sage always spiral back to the acorn of the heart In this infinity; a piney cabin resides inside a bamboo forest and Wonder, She sits cross-legged below the river rock hearth; warming her palms against the irregular downbeat of snapping flames “North, South, West and East; Trust the Wise Arrows Aiming True from Your Heart's Quiver.”
Pondering the Inner Compass; our Heart space and the infinite wise sage that resides within.
Intelligence is like a compass, in that it allows you to go a specific direction but is only useful in the context of the wilderness that you stand within. Without knowing where you are and where you need to go, a compass will only help you stay the course towards an unknown destination. Wisdom is the map upon which the compass lies. That which gives sustained direction the context it needs to ensure the intended destination is reached.
In the morning I rise
With a sun lit sky. I turn my face to the east, Oh holy Compass. I take a moment to sit In still silence. As I listen within For sacred knowledge. This avenue of affirmations & prayer Love and gratitude Lead me there. I take my sweet time Learning the rhyme. This message Divinity sent Holy, holy, holy Am I, and We, all One. ©KSS 3/2018
We get on the ride
without any maps or compass to guide us, we create our own ways and start the journey. It could be dangerous, but I feel safe sitting beside you as you take the wheel and bring us to somewhere new. We will watch every sunrise and sunset while I rest my head on your shoulder and be your permanent passenger. I want to see the world with you, we can go places that we have never been, seeing seven wonders, exploring exotic and historical cities, capturing priceless moments. After the long trip, I will always come back to your arms, my comfort place and waking up to your face, my favourite morning view.
#PermanentPassenger🗺 is about when found the one that you can do everything together with - you can travel the world together and at the same they are the person that will be waiting for you at home.
Streams— relay the slumber
Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite. 'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge, Confronted by— tidal waves;— Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace That let the Visions— Sprout;— Abandoned— With the Barriers.. So long,— I do not know.. Sights— Times— are enclosing Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..
It's just so strange not to remember anything.
Raise the anchor and raise the sail Now the wind blows Two compasses inside of me turn their lights on The first one tells where to go by private signals The second one interprets the stories from the sun, stars, sea, and the wind Decoding the two from inner voice and from the world I decide to turn the prow adventure is there How big the sea Can't resist the wind and waves in front By drifting and grounding learned from the past But being friends with wind and waves weaving own rhythm New route appears in each moment to an unknown world Seeing the land lower the sail and descend the anchor Earth fertilises the sailor's soul to go back to the sea