The phoenix rises out of the ashes.
First ashes, then phoenix.
Sit down. Go to ashes.
No hope. No expectation.
If you are going to cling,
cling to nothing. Let go.
Dis-solve. No solution. Ashes.
A tiny ember burns. On its own.
Then flares. Into flame.
Rise up. Your work is done.
Born anew.
Go wash the dog.
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Indeed. Particles flaring, briefly, into existence.
ReplyDeleteBefore enlightenment, chop wood and carry water.
ReplyDeleteAfter enlightemnement, wash the dog.
No clinging. Just engaging in the unfolding beauty of it all until the next time we burn.