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dusk

o'erlooking the great unsalted sea

kilkare cottage
grand haven, michigan

The Phoenix Chronicle by j.b.  

to she who suffered as I came to life
And she that is the joy of my heart,
When the tumult ends, we will dance in silence.

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I begin again

over and over again,

always new beginnings

my odyssey

fear not the flames

I am the Phoenix.

What was it I wanted to say here?

What was it I wanted to do that has driven me to this abyss?

To see myself for who I really am,

to touch the place where my heart resides.

The forces of fear have gathered,

what can I do to stem the tide?

The cleverness of my speech is gone,

standing naked to the wind, I am not cold.

A fire grows in my belly, a hunger, a thirst.

I've searched the bull these many years

Still no glimpse of eternity.

I sit me down.

Having tried to apprehend the truth of existence was I successful?

It is not for me to judge.

the first step of the journey

It is said Satori, enlightenment comes in a flash

I have sat a lifetime, still the door is closed

go to knock

I will speak for no faiths

No ism, no cause, save one

The celebration, the sustenance and the surrender of life.

It is the last of my hope
Which I throw away

take no side in matters of violence

sit poised watching the majesty of life unfold
though it is written with pain and bitter tears

there is also joy in life's embrace

and a word, not yet uttered

love

now, forget this too

it is too much this hope

too sublime, too clinging

too late for tears, too soon

we are the dust