
A spirit is born
peaceful, carefree, unaware,
and sometimes debonair.
as time passes it is eager to sail
out in the deep rigors of the sea and life
it passes by sharks and whales
of conflict and trials
they spring out of the water and attack
at times by surprise and other times they’re seen coming
spirit endures, brazens, strong in resolve it doesn’t go running
being attacked a war is raged
coming as swiftly and fierce as a storm
sometimes unusual and out of the norm
at times left weary and fatigued the spirit must rest
where on this map is divinity’s nest?
Aha there you are
Ready to set sail again it goes back out to sea
another journey now ensues
treasure is found
more valuable and richer than gold
this is profound
amity lies attainable inside a big cup
in the form of a ball of light
all that’s left to do is to reach out and grab, take hold, drink
it’s now secure, protected, unafraid of the rigors of life and the sea
essentially the lies and what lies beneath
journeying now becomes easier with a companion
now never in the dark
always made aware
the companion now
shows what’s there
Lies, schemes, sharks, and whales may still appear
however now when they lunge their sharp teeth
they find there is nothing there for them to eat or breach
however close they think they are or may seem to be
in all actuality it’s far from their reach.
persist and persist they try to be
but what it’s in the sky keeps me free
spirit and sea finally intertwined
this is the place to be.




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