Dear Soul

Dear soul, when the condition comes

that we call being a lover,

there's no patience, and no repenting.

Both become huge absurdities. See regret

as a worm and love as a dragon.

Shame, changeable weather. Love,

a quality which wants nothing.

For this kind of lover love

of anything or anyone is unreal.

Here, the source

and object are one.

Gamble everything for love,

if you're a true human being.

If not, leave

this gathering.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach

into majesty. You set out

to find God, but then you keep

stopping for long periods

at meanspirited roadhouses.

Possible, yes.  I've read many a seafarer's blogs. But aside from that one post, it just didn't take precedence over what was happening before us and to us.  More to follow.