Tired Phoenix

A little enlightenment poem...It's so hard to get there.

Let’s give my love a boost

Just a little bump

Towards enlightenment in this life

A little swing upwards

From the pile of ashes and feathers left 

Behind by an exhausted phoenix 

Always catching on fire, always surrendering

Always struggling to soar again,

Only to be attracted once more by the flame

To soar just to soar

To feel the wind ruffling only your wings

No scores of the dive, twist, and tangle

No destination, just levitation

Wind

The dazzle of possibility before you like glittering crystals across a gypsum sea

You are suspended in the moment

Prepared for the horizion

Author's Note

This was mostly written for cartharsis.

Reviews

[Neville]

Having got this off your chest.. I sincerely hope you can fly again and freely ..

enjoyed by me & truly

Neville