I am the phoenix rising from the ashes of who I was and who I came to be. Born small and vulnerable so sensitive to negativity. The cold empty void within, wounds of present lives and past, hard to stay in a happy place, waiting for something to change in this crazy race.
All Alone in this world we arrive, do we just survive or do we thrive? Connected together, like silk threads of one quilt, colorful or colorless, we must decide. Weaving our lives together, looking for happiness, seems this life is filled with blessings and tests. Sometimes I feel like a yoyo,
ups and downs and spirals whirling like a top ,
tiny drop in the sea of eternity, yearning to be free, to be fully me, to release debris. I dance, I paint and sing filling my days with glee. The void begins to shrink I see more and more of me and when the abyss reappears and rears its ugly head, I remember what to do to calm myself instead. I remember who I am and my radiant divinity and that there is no one on this earth exactly like me.
I am the phoenix rising from the ashes of who I was and who I came to be.
