Sometimes we find ourselves, lost
on roads, carrying us places
we never intended to go
Lost, not because of the road
but because our feet
always obedient to our inner compass
follow directions given them
At times, what we want leads us astray
carrying us in directions never intended
yet places reflecting, what we desired
thought we wanted
hoped for deeply
These times continue, until
the right compass is born inside us
Then, new bearings take root
New directions emerge
Right roads appear
And then, no matter where we are
what we pursue
where we walk
Happiness greets us
Poetic Alchemist 
Think this is what they really mean when they say ‘born again’…
“These times continue, until
the right compass is born inside us”
Beautifully stated, Don. Thank you for your thoughtful and insightful poetry. I am always refreshed when I visit here.
I find myself but again get lost, searching, seeking…
Floots: Thanks for your comment. Yes, even sailboats need at least a small outboard motor when there is no or little wind.
Andrew: Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
go with the flow
(but keep an outboard handy) š
another thoughtful piece
thanks don
A very nice thought!
Rob: Thanks. I lknow what you mean about meditation.
Polona: Thanks. We all know when things are moving in the direction of who we are. Yep.
Shane: Thanks. Letting to flow and flow your flow are vital. You’re so right.
Aurora: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed this one.
I couldn’t agree more.
This is why I meditate…for without meditation I feel I would stand no chance of finding the right direction.
oh yes, i know the feeling…
enjoyed
I find that as I get older I’ve come to terms with the ebb and flow of life and I’m quite content to let the currents assist my navigation
I like how the last verse progresses to hope. Where would we be without it?