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~ the rising phoenix ~
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in the distant early morning hours when
the world's silence speaks to me i hear
the tears of a planet, i see the fog rolling
in and stillness fills my inner being, i ran and
trained the other day for hours and hours,
the sun was just beginning its descent and my
blood and bones were strong, with varying degrees
of weight tied to my arms and legs i ran and moved
like the dragon and tiger and phoenix of old,
the warriors of some ancient and forgotten time,
i felt the power rising within me and i summoned
it and it came upon me strong and hard and deep,
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we come like the rain with the
wind and all growing things
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i listened to the rise and fall of my breath as
my movements took on those primal songs,
a rite of life and a reclaiming of heart and
hearth, these things are sacred to me,
the moving flowing bird and serpent,
the floating dragon, the rising phoenix,
a rebirth of something sacred within,
a remembering of who we are and why
we have come here,
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tell me, dear child,
what was your name
before you were born
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peace
namaste
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~ arthur ~
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