...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
love this FJ! just what I needed this morn..true North..........ahhhhhhhhhhh Have a great week my friend~!!:-)
ReplyDeleteWell, the fact remains that "True North" cannot be defined subjectively. It's an actual, measurable place in the Universe -- or isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI 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
Perhaps he confuses it with a cancion?
ReplyDeleteVery possibly. Anyway, thanks for handing me a great new trans-lingual rhyme. Sure beats pferde/merde! ;-)
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