The Spiritual Algorithm

Sowing the seeds off a distant shore
As the breaking of waves adhere to the moon
A pool of folks who just endure
The ups and downs we all consume
Battles rage on like the mighty sea
Though deep within the battle lies
It's the heart that sets us free
A conundrum of our finite minds
The wind blows thoughts that drive the tide
Giving strength to our dormant souls
Hasten the season that darkness subsides
Allowing the spirit full control
Swimming through this perpetual break
A crashing against the mighty shore
Soaking wet as we all awake
Into a peace we have come to adore
Enlightenment brings everlasting plans
To build a foundation not made of sand
The persistent sun leaving more than a tan
Refining a child to becoming a man

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