To glide upon the smooth liquid soul
My vessel rests aligned and ready
Cradled at water's edge
Cool grey sand of the Mother
Supports my barefoot step as we meet
Voyager and transport
In fellowship we join to sacred task
With steady support I embark
Blessing gentle words, with loving heart
I view my path
To this moment of peace
Footprints already becoming liquid
Blending to the mirror of Now
Turning forward in graceful expectation
I skim across the surface
Past many an open dock
I veer not
Intuition tells that they be not mine
For it is deeper waters I seek
Letting myself be pulled to stillpoint
The center that calms my vessel
Allowing my mind to open to the universe
Viewing my mere reflection on the surface
I call to the ancient lake within
"Reveal my course of worldly things."
"Reveal my course beyond."
Gentle ripples make me disappear
Briefly, ever so briefly
Distant mists call to me
Words echo of ancient rings of stone
Of moons ~ of wizards and kings
Drawn I am
Past the hills called Time
Through the mists of Avalon
"Oh, sacred Sword of Light,
I now know my way."
"For I am sweetly home."
Disembarking on gentle grass
With joyful step
I will reach Camelot
By dinner's homecoming toast
Briefly looking back across the mist
I bless the journey here
Noticing at distant shore
The vessels have realigned and wait
