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a compass has its limits.
(eight limits to be exact.)

to those who explore without a compass,
they have no limits and seek only one direction:

Onward.

~

to you, braveheart,

wander well.

:::

cropped, bleached bangs.

lime green nail polish.

Sharpie X's on both hands.

and a pastel orange shirt

that says in white capital letters:

CHOOSE LOVE.

(why must love be a choice?

if it is the Thing has exists infinitely

and constantly,

can we bow our foreheads

in that river just once?

once-and-for-all?)

:::

just as the clothes on my back,
i will wear You until i am worn.

ragged and ripped and tattered in love.

:::

if fear is your god,

you are practicing a bad religion---

following the fidelity of an infidel;

for reasons in or out of your control,

someone or something convinces you

the only answer to true joy and happiness

is to remain within that which you

already know and falsely believe.

:::

"hi. sir? hi.

i'm sorry i don't have any cash with me,

but would you accept a hug?"

~

to give with our tangibles

is like providing a candle without a match.

to give with our intangibles

is like pressing the middle "C" key on the Grand Piano.

:::

do we forget?

     run back up that mountain,

     embrace the city lights before you,

     and spin the invisible kaleidoscope

     of life!

     spin it! spin it!

     look through the tunnel of your hands---

     see the changing shapes and colors

     of the moment as it breathes!

     it is changing! marvelously changing.

do we dare to join?

:::

i pray before the sun sets.

Why?

because i've become afraid You will not hear me

when You leave behind the horizon.

My child,

that is why I gave you the moon.

My face never departs;

I always arrive, and I arrive again.

The only thing I will leave for you
is an open door.