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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Sunday, May 11, 2014

...and the Search Continues...

True north is etched in our heart
Where our moral compass has a place to start

Love is just a slice of pie
Compassion is more than meets the eye

True north can be a Picasso or a Van Gogh
Select our brushes with a passion only we know

Emotions are earmarked by our outer face
So look inside ourselves to fill that empty space

Magnetic north is off by a few degrees
As cupids aim brings us to our knees

Reason is a map we use to go forth
In finding our own true north

Be it a wild and turbulent flow
It’s a direction we all want to go
- Alfred Ramos

4 comments:

WomanHonorThyself said...

love this FJ! just what I needed this morn..true North..........ahhhhhhhhhhh Have a great week my friend~!!:-)

FreeThinke said...

Well, the fact remains that "True North" cannot be defined subjectively. It's an actual, measurable place in the Universe -- or isn't it?

I guess Ramos is just using it as a metaphor for Truth, so I guess that makes it all right. But, isn't his scansion more than a little ragged?

~ The Curmudgeon

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

Perhaps he confuses it with a cancion?

FreeThinke said...

Very possibly. Anyway, thanks for handing me a great new trans-lingual rhyme. Sure beats pferde/merde! ;-)