Doesn't remembrance of the Beloved lead to Self,
To the very center of all significance?
Would we not then be drawn to the essence of our being,
Like a piece of iron to a super magnet?
Otherwise the point of contact is like a needle in mind's haystack,
Our path obscured by confusion's riddles.
One caveat: casual venturing won't fit the bill,
What's called for is real intent and a truly daring heart.