The Master Helmsman

As a ship ploughs slowly through a starless night

So must the soul voyaging through time

Confront the darkness in this outer hull,

Its driven engine pushing through the seas

Of being and becoming, unaware

At birth yet seeking though the storm of years

Through waves of doubt upon a tossing main

To reach a shore beyond the ocean swell

Of failure and accomplishment and death,

To harbour in the realms of the Divine.

The unconscious is a fathomless abyss

Unable to be plumbed by mortal mind

That rudderless cannot reach the lands

Of sunlit calm that open to the seer.

Our nature must align with greater stars,

We must penetrate the fog and mists of life

Push on through unknown seas to hidden shores

To find at last the captain of our souls

The Master Helmsman ever at the wheel

Who guides the spirit on its destined course.