The way is like a road map with thousands of routes to the city of Gold. We can know all the paths and try to find our way through any of them; but aware of that, the wise one trusts the One who made the city and the roads and the map to follow the route most appropriate.
The way is like a grand concert, a harmony divine. A musician seeks to take part in it. He may play a thousand instruments and tones, and is aware of the written music and the variations. Yet the wise one places his trust in the conductor and writer of the music, who knows and hears the symphony. In this way he listens and can play to become part of the whole. And in so doing can reach the view, the sound of the conductor playing them as need be.
The way is like the parent supporting the child in a great love. The small child may do any thing, yet when he turns his heart to his loving guide and protector, will find the right action and step safely.
We turn our heart to the Divine Ideal; Guide, Beloved One, who speaks and leads as needed, always present. With actions unlimited available, there is only one for the Person of Heart - that which is needed; for the wills are not two, it is one.
Oh, Creator of the way and the Way itself,
the signs to the goal - to You - One -
Maker of the map, Singer of the symphony of Life,
Supporter and Lover, to You
only do I listen; and follow
Your every word, every sign. To You only
do I pledge each movement, each breath.
And to You only I give myself
to be raised and carried until
no longer is there me and You. Until
we are no longer We: until only One.