A Good Sense of Direction...

I've always known where I am
And I have always known where I started.
What I don't always know,
Is where I am going
or how to get back to 'Square One'.

If I don't have a Map
for the Destinations I imagine
that I long to visit,
Then I can linger in places
that have no focus point.
I get caught up in visiting with the locals
Who don't quite care
That I'm simplyPassing Through...

Sometimes,I don't even care myself
that I am not 'Arriving'.
I so enjoy the scenery,
the local fare, the music
the air, the smells
and the peace and laughter;
that frankly, I am content
to simply stake my tent
for a while.

Am I lazy?
A little.
I've always laughed
that I was;
'Built for Comfort,
Not for Speed'.

But as I listened to
a Wonderful Storyteller
Recently
I realized that one of my
major BlocksTo the Flow of my Travel
is,
I don't haveA Good Sense of Direction.

My mother Certainly
didn't have one.
When I was a child,
We were lost in the car,
At least (!),
Once a Week...

And I, to this day, can get lost
So very easily
Trying to get somewhere.
But I Can Always Find my Way Out!
Luckily I have good Visual Memory
and remember the Turns I took incorrectly
And can reverse them to lead me home again.

But Unfortunately,
I don't have the innate gift
that Others seems to have.
Those that just Naturally know
that they have been on a road long enough
And that it is time to Turn.
And they can just sense Which Turn to Take,
in Order to reach their Destination.

Returning Home is never
Truly an option.
It's never the same. Never.
So,No matter if its a simple Walk in the Rain,
or an epic Road Trip;
My Destination must always
be Forward, not Backward.

I'm beginning to sense something:
Enough Turns for the time Being.
I have come a Long Way
in a very Short Time.
I like my surroundings,
and I'm learning much about myself
in this new land alone.
I am able, peaceful,
rich, deep and desirable.

My Direction?
Hovering Peace...
Connected Love...
Beauty Abounding...
It's not time for a Turn,
this I know.
My Camp Ground is soft and dry
and the music and warmth
are Nourishing my Soul.

I'll get where I'm going,
Eventually;
My senses Growing Stronger.
But this is definitely one of the Places
That would be on my Map;
If I had One.

(c)2008jsblankenship

More from Rilke

i beg you...to have patience with everything
unresolved in your heart
and try to love the questions themselves
as if they were locked rooms or books
written in a very foreign language.


Don't search for the answers,
which could not be given to you now,
because you would not be able to live them.


And the point is,
to live everything.
live the questions now.


Perhaps then,
someday far in the future,
you will gradually,
without even noticing it,
live your way into the answer...

Time Never Wasted

A Pondering of Time Wasted;
Fearful of '...Wasted Love...'

Time Spent Loving
is Never Wasted;

Love being Good
And Pure.

Love being All...

Love...
Real Love Never dies;
Never Ends.
But, Alas
Sometimes, Does change.

Love and Commitment
are Cousins Embraced.
Different entities sharing Illusionary
Purpose.

Love of Self...
Pure and Original;

Love of Self
Must Always be Present
in order to Let Love
Pass through us to Another.

If Absent,
the Emptier we become,
and Commitment becomes
a Lie of Sorts....

My Time was not
a Waste of Love...

My Love, is not now,
and Never has been,
a Waste of Time.

Nor was it ever a Lie.

my Commitments --
be they to others
or Myself --
I allowed to become
Lies in the End;
For I stopped
Learning to Love Myself.

The caring soul I have;
Knowing deeply
the Love that I feel,
the Love I possess,
Never intended to Hurt or Harm.

This Soul of Mine
Is Learning again
that to Love myself
and express Pure Love
to Another,
I Must be Impeccable
with Not only with What I DO say,
But also with What I DON'T say.

Love without Promise
Is it Less Love this way?

Commitment without Love
Is it More Valued that way?

I've known Love with Commitment
for a brief and Rapturous Time.
I would Trade that knowledge, that Pureness
for nothing...Nothing.

I've known Commitment without Love,
the Lack of Love I had for myself.
And Never felt emptier
or More Lost in Time and in Space.

And Now I embark on Love
Alone,
without Promise or Commitment;
Until it's time.
It's all I have to offer;
Love from my Heart,
from my Well-Loved Heart.

(c)2008jsblankenship