How is the ship to catch good sail,
with no wind and current strong,
how is a soul to find its way,
cut like cloud wisps, then gone?
At least there is a sphere of light,
in the way things all connect,
And the lattice of the universe
is spun like a spider’s web.
Such a sea to be cast out,
how will the way be known?
By way of light, eternal hope,
may they find the right path home.