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Phoenix Ascends

June 20, 2022

Phoenix Ascends

By Amba Gale

I stop and still myself
that I might listen.

I stop.

Where is the light?

Who am I in the face of this dis-ease?
Who are you?

What are we to say to a world that has gone mad
with grief
with war
with disarray
with avoiding its own waking up?

We stop.
We rest.

We stop that we may ask these questions.

We stop that we may amplify
that wise voice within
that we might hear
the guiding notes,
the harmonies underneath
that will show us the way
from here
in the middle
of these dark woods,
that a bonfire may be lit
by the fire within our souls
and show the path.

We have, already, lost the familiar.

That was the challenge and the gift of This Covid Crossing.

The Phoenix arises from its own ashes.
What has been burned in the fire of these last years
and in a world gone mad with grief and fear and disarray?

What is in front of us to burn, from here?

Let us now
find the way
to the Truth of our Being.

When transformation’s alchemy has done its work,
the soul alights.
The Phoenix rises.

Stopping long enough to heal,
to forgive,
to create
the future
and to live from that future
is enough.

Never forget:
You are alive.
You fire burns within.

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