Let’s take the Mother Road,
Tasting en route
the sparking-fat diners
the creaky court motels,
where we’ll lay waste
to the flesh,
and carve our initials
in the illusion of love,
Knowing the real thing
waits within
ignited by our Friend,
Who’s driving us Home.
Coming from one who has literally traveled for a lifetime, your illustration of life’s journey is spot on. I love the direct simplicity of this poem, Lesley. How many lifetimes have we all carved our initials into the illusion of a love that we thought would last forever? Thank God we can finally lay down our pocket knives and enjoy the True Love that Is.
Beautifully said, Rudy. This poem came through to me a decade ago and I just found it in a file. It made me so happy to read this little journey that my younger self had penned, so eager for the adventure of all of life, but especially the True life. And I appreciate your continuation of the story about laying down our pocket knives… So very true.
I like it!!
I love this, Lesley. And it reminds me of the letter the Master shared with us at the February seminar. So many powerful images to contemplate.
Thank you, Marian. I am happy you enjoyed this. I hadn’t thought of the road in that letter. Wow, thank you for making that connection. Truly, the Mother Road climbs straight up.
I know nothing of the path back Home, the road or the means of transport. This is precisely why I realized I needed a Master. It is a matter of great fortune that I have crossed paths in this world with a Living Saint. It is also a blessed miracle that the responsibility for traversing these unknown worlds and reaching the Goal is being taken care of by Him, out of sheer Love.
So true, Al, we are fortunate to be able to turn the journey over to our Beloved, while we live our lives fully, with every experience a teaching.
Now THAT’S New Mexico poetry. And it makes me hanker for a road trip, too.
Thank you, Tricia. That means a lot, especially from a fellow road-tripper.
I love the grittiness of this poem engaged with the deepest sublime loving truth.
It reminds me of my morning reading contemplation in which my Friend advises welcoming all experiences
This is easy to do knowing He’s driving me home.
And, as a favorite song line reminds,
“Its a mighty world we live in but the truth is we’re only passing through”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YNEIEIRJvY
loving greetings to all my fellow travelers that pass thru here
Thank you, Sheila, for this excellent addition to this conversation. Really, if this poem had a soundtrack, this would be it. Such passion and beauty in it and in what you say here. I’m happy to be traveling with you, dear friend.
This road looks llike the one I travel when coming from Little Rock to my place in Guadalupita, NM. Where was it taken? I am a chela. Love your site.
Frances, this is NM 52 in southwestern New Mexico. It runs from the VLA nearly to Truth or Consequences. I am happy to see you here. Thank you for joining the conversation. Here is an article I wrote about this road: http://webmail.newmexico.travel/kingoftheroad_nm52_april11.php