Happy VerseDay, the first of the 2019.
While you’re making all of those resolutions, resolve to send me some of your poetry, essay or flash fiction to be featured on The Beautiful Stuff. Just use the contact button on my WordPress site, or e-mail me your brilliant stuff at firstname.lastname@example.org
Don’t lose your direction, nomadic heart.
Look to the needle swaying
In the depths of blood and bone
Old soul encased.
Waylaid by the plans of men and monsters
Fears and agitations,
False desires and hollows.
Don’t lose your direction, traveler.
Your feet alone touch dust and rock
Trails of world and earth,
Don’t let them plot the miles you go,
Before you rest.
Do not waver into their squall.
Do not falter, drifter.
Remember what your feet are for
The strength of legs, unbuckling
The pulse of your rhythm.
Cling to it.
Let it draw your map,
Let it lead you.
You know you.
You know the truth of your existence.
Though they’ve taught you to fear it.
Though they’ve convinced you to deny it.
To question it.
To distrust the very core of your happiness.
Do not let them take your journey.
Do not let them own your path.
Be the master of your fate,
The commander of your soul.
Do not falter.
Do not falter.
Seek the astrolabe inscribed on your heart
The Heavenly body.
The incline of space.
That can’t be measured by the methods of any other man.
You made no promise to tread on their pristine track.
Their paved and acceptable roads are not your obligation.
You owe nothing but to your soul.
Only you can pay the debt of your happiness.