Spiritual Journey

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.