The Horsehead Nebula
The great wooden ship sailed quietly across a dark ocean.
The bow cut through the water without the slightest sound.
Its timbers swayed with the salty wind.
All was silent.
The crew lay amongst the barrels and boxes
Dreaming of a land of beauty and fruitfulness
All of them lay sleepily below the stars.
All but one.
A young boy slipped quietly across the crew towards the stern
He leaned up against the magnificent rails and gazed up at the starry sky
As he gazed across the black velvet sky, another thing caught his eye.
A beacon of light
His heart pounded like the beating drum
As he gazed through the darkness, he saw more to that beacon
A dark formation sat atop the water, like earth above the sea.
A continent of dreams
As he left the rails, he began to run
As he ran, his spirits began to soar on a wind of fragrance
The men and women woke up, seeing their dreams a reality
Their journey at an end
As the excitement began to die down, the boy looked over the rails again.
As he stood there with a gleam on his face, he noticed something strange
The beacon that had shown him the way was gone
Gone into the night.
After long and quiet nights of thinking
This young boy began to realize the source of the light
It was not a physical source, but a source of inner light.
A beacon from his heart.
When you are lost,
and canít find the way
The beacon from your heart will show you the way.
The beacon of light
Sometimes the most important things can't be seen with the eyes, but are rather felt with the heart.