My journey of healing and love.
Burn myself into a cinder
I’ll be rising, ever higher
Into fire, wings igniting
Ash is falling, I am rising
Smoke and blood
Snow and ash
Water, fire
Soul and body
I am the Phoenix rising
Star to star
We’ll pay our dues
Then be reborn
And love anew
I am the Phoenix rising
In the center of existence
there is a star that shines
bright with every soul.
Its pulse bleeds music
orchestrated by
the coming together
of all hearts.
The brightest light imaginable
shines forgiveness
acceptance
love.
And across time
energies collide
beautiful imperfection.
Please watch this space for an upcoming blog about spiritual epiphanies, the nature of reality, self love and acceptance, and a whole lot of dorks was.
It’s time to share my story. It’s time to be brave and share my journey as I see it.
Love.
You are a single, impermanent speck of life,
insignificantly beautiful,
a blip in the midst of something mysterious and vast.
My tea steeper left behind a smile.
I have so much to say, and this past year has really led to a lot of pondering on the human I am, how I got to be here, and any lessons I’ve learned along the way.
I have stories in me about anxiety, depression, bullying, abuse, and being a dork.
I know I have not been writing here, but please know I will make use of this space when the time is right. I only hope my people will find me.
Love and Light,
Phoenix
A year ago,
a shared joint
between strangers.
Now,
we only share
the tired look
in our eyes.
Only good things are coming,
The wind is changing
There’s a frightened horizon
Banging on the door
The whispers leave footprints
And the moon crescents above
Confronted with this fleeting life, aware of my own mortality.
Waves of realization overwhelm me as the future becomes absolute.
Terror, chased away by memories of how you looked when we first met.
That first warm and gentle greeting as your eyes peered into my heart.
Once you weren’t there and then you were; now it is as though you have always been…
…near me,
… beside me,
… my solitary witness,
… my dear one, my Evey, my love.
Give me another day, another breath, another night.
It will never be enough.
I want you all to know
I want you all to know
That I was there and saw a face
That I was there and saw a face
I came upon a little house
I came upon a little house
And well within that little house
A tiny, buried star
A star kept cradled in a bed
And deep within that burning bed
A mote of fear
A mote of love
A brightly burning life.
One Day, I Woke Up 