A oneway trip in life, which does not include misery and strife.
I'm sick and tired of being lost, so I'm willing to pay the cost. For me there's only one direction, and it's a love and joy connection. After pointing the compass hand, I froze the direction to stand.
My compass now only points one way, and forever there it will stay. Makes no difference in point, my compass will forever anoint. No need for longitudinal guidance, forget measurement in distance.
This is a one way trip, even if the compass goes blip. With all avenues closed down, I will still find myself around. Wandering in the joy of love, following the creator above. Knowing my eternal goal, inclosed in my heart and soul.
Love and joy.
G
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Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2003
POETIC and wisdom blended for effectiveness excellent message!
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Happy New Year Grady!
Debs
altitude the world would be a much better place
to live in.
Love n Peace,
*Linda*
My compass turned out to be a "Compost"...lost the..."s"...and replaced it with a "t"....shit!!
Love S/Tinka