Instrument: Lady – tenor Flea ukulele
From the ash She arises
And to it She returns
Appearing, disappearing, re-appearing.
Yet there is no birth
No death
No rebirth.
The Phoenix lives always
Just in different forms
And so do we.
Neither created
Nor destroyed
Only transformed!
From the ash we arise
And to it we return
Appearing, disappearing, re-appearing
In form, perhaps,
But in Spirit, we exist always.
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I love the meditative quality of this poem. Quite refreshing to ponder the renewal of the phoenix. Well written work.