No rudder need be held,
Nor oars brought to bear,
No sails through effort raised aloft.
No charts laid out to view,
Nor compassed stars divined,
To guide along your Way.
No strategies employed,
Nor practiced skills perfected,
No disciplines willfully engaged.
Adrift upon The Mystery,
All direction lost in Wonder,
To The Far Shore you will come…
By Remembering what you Love.
