I imagine myself on a ship at black sea.
It's clear skies and sailing free of peril.
Only with the Helm of Dharma do I direct this ship.
Only with the far reaching sails hanging from the tall
Cruci Mast may I manage the speed of my travels.
Always has the Beloved King's six pointed star in the sky Guided me
From disembarkation to permanent navigation.
Along with the luminous Star, the Crescent Moon is there,
To provide unending illumination and guidance,
So long as the clouds do not obscure.
The shine of all these symbols reflects off of the
Gold plates that name my ship;
The Beagle.