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by infinity » Tue Mar 04, 2014 5:02 am
Evansville,
was thinking of you today:
Calm before the storm
Darkest before the dawn
Coldness of the winter
Why were things things,
inside me, born?
But I say,
SILVER 'fore the rain
SUNRISE with the dawn
Shining from the ashes
the phoenix again will rise
Its fire deathless,
its beauty breathless,
flight fire with fire,
wing beats fan the flames.
Why lay low,
on the horizon, the edge,
waiting for relief,
for unblocking,
for flow?
It lies inside you,
that fire.
The fire deathless,
its beauty breathless,
flight fire with fire,
wing beats fan the flames.
Where you are now?
Breathe, then blow,
Breathe, then blow,
not fast, first slow,
Your mind's eye focussed in,
CREATING the flow.
The ashes fly,
uncover, and glow,
storm winds rising,
fire, wind, flow.
Picture flight, fire rising,
up from its resting place,
to the silver stormwinds.
Shadow flees, as you take flight
Fan the fire, fan the light.
Sunrise follows - YOUR courage, YOUR might.
Its a mirror you see,
to your choosing of day,
or choosing of night.
The fire deathless,
its beauty breathless,
flight fire with fire,
wing beats fan the flames.
All you have to do,
see,
is breathe,
and let go.