The ship of being

She dances amongst the billy-goats,
who cling to the mountain side.
She swings amongst the monkies
who jive on trees up high.
She floats amongst the dolphins
who relax with the sea.
Her breeze-like spirit
cannot be captured
except by sails-free.
Yet the ship named intention
has a broken mast
it brews within the eddies
causing the steersman
to mislay his heart.
Within the captain's chamber
courage builds anew
for visions begin to form
of treasures whose 'x'
is charted out of view.
All deckhands are called
to mend the fracture mast
scartissue starts forming and
the steersman discovers his heart.
Scuttling to the crow's nest
captain scans the ocean of life
horizon's knife edge promising
a worldview beyond the I.
Balancing on the blade
of distant knife
a precarious isle of mystery
captain screams 'land ahoy'.
The scar tissues starts dissolving
slowly exposing the mast
the last necrosed tissue is falling
the butterfly sails showing glory.
The captain plots the course to
lands atop world's edge
with butterfly sails unfurled
her spirit breeze seizes them.
The eddies rumble intention
testing steersman's faith
all deckhands busy in battle
with torrential waves.
Intention explodes free from
trials and torments of life
captain yells 'hazzar, hazzar'
ready to face the unknown day.
The uncharted isle lays distant
as intention creeps towards
between there may lay sea beasts
eddies, waves, that may destroy.
Though when intention reaches
the final distant goal
who knows what one may find
gems and jewels or nasty natives
either will test or refine
for treasures come in many
different and varied guises
opposing visions crystallised
to pull one through life.