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Upon the Indigo Sea…

hundreds of miles in all directions…

one sees nothing and feels everying…tired…

there exists no place to “pull over”…so, one just stops for a while and rests in Faith.

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On the evening of the sixth day, Petah was very tired. Sailing alone from Almas em Ilha Limbo, was beginning to take its toll upon him having not slept very much and eaten very little. Yet, the experience was powerful in his Soul…he felt the strength within through the weakness of his body. This day for him was a challenge having made great distance with consistent twenty-five to thirty-five knot winds and twelve to fifteen foot swells. During the day, he had to stop the boat in high winds and seas to drop his mainsail and lash it to the boom because the top third of the sail ripped off the mast. Petah was now motor sailing with only his huge Genoa sail flying as the Sun began to descend. The warm waters of the Gulf Stream were near on this chilly November day…as were the silhouettes of massive thunder heads.

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Monsters I see approaching…

no choice but to “press on” was my Father’s answer from old…

a Voice from within speaks firmly now…listen…

“when challenged from all directions, always sail to three hundred degress…you will be safe on that path.”

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They were everywhere. Petah turned a full three hundred-sixty degrees, looking for an opening in the growing thunderstorms…he was surrounded. The night before, Petah stopped the boat and slept for a couple of hours after skirting the front edge of a gusty thunderstorm…he even laughed for a while watching the lightning and thunder grow distant from his position. This night was different…Petah was entering the East side of the Gulf Stream…for sailors of the open sea know, thunderstorms here can be quite nasty.

Petah had rolled in the Genoa sail earlier in preparation for the potential onslaught and was now under diesel engine power heading towards Cape Fear, North Carolina…a heading of three hundred and twelve degrees. His thoughts were only of dealing with the Present…the Muse would enter his mind as would his family from time to time, but Jezebel had left his thinking long ago. The thunder could be heard getting closer…the silhouettes could be seen growing higher and the blackness of the rain consumed the horizon in all directions…Petah’s little circle of calm was decreasing. From within, he heard…

“Make your bearing three hundred degrees.”

“I’m loosing it…I am tired and I am hearing things…focus.”, Petah said out loud to himself. He just wanted to get beyond these storms…Fear was entering his Soul as he pressed onward. A small opening of faint light appeared on the horizon just to his left. He knew the rain must be lessening there…an opening in the storms only a few miles away. Petah quickly turned the boat, steering towards the gateway while his heart pounded with excitement. He looked down at his compass to see his bearing was 300°. The Voice within spoke again…

“When challenged from all directions, always sail to three hundred degress…you will be safe on that path.”

Petah motored his sailboat, the S/V Little She, all night that night of the Dog Silhouette to three hundred degrees west. He never got wet even when one of the Monsters swallowed him whole. Gusting winds of fifty knots blew at his stern…the total blackness of the storm which consumed him hours later, seemed like a Void…he reached in all directions to touch something…anything for hours, yet saw no Thing at all…just Void. Petah’s focus became his compass. He held the direction of three hundred while wind and waves tried to push him off course. As the dawn of the seventh day approached, the stars began to appear once again. Petah searched the southwestern sky and found his guiding star, Sirius, with a smile on his face. Feeling a peacefulness now, the tired sailor relaxed as the Sun rose in the East…no threat existed in this present moment. Petah stopped the boat, ate some rice and descended into his cabin for some needed sleep.

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I see three lights ahead of me now…

two of white and one of blinking green…

the Path of Three Hundred points to them…Faith…

a Heart will speak to the One it keeps…hold the course of Our Voice.

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The Path of Three Hundred

on my Little She in the Village of Masonboro YC

“…Sail to Three Hundred Degrees” | Life seen through Poetry: Inspired by the Muse of Me