On fabled land my mast did drop
My compass yield to burning shores
From stormy seas
I emerged, a traveller seeking rest
To those whose ships their souls in tireless exploration carried are revealed the treasure buds of Truth
Their spring in cycles sprung
The cautious wind drove my sail
My course determined by the violin strings
Of my heart
Like child I watched as thread of dark and light before me were spun.
The great invisible hands did weave the one into the other
The brilliant tapestry of their union before me shone and then Grace smiled on me and before me quietly unfolding I saw the Path my feet in measured Time would take.