The Phoenix and the Dove

When all of life seems lost
and she settles down to die
she knows she’ll leave the
past behind
(those things that haunted and
hurt her in her mind)
but yet she knows full well
that it will never be the end
for life turns in circles
…circles without end.

So, settling down to die
sees her birth once more
and born of flames from
passions fire comes the
desire to want to live
to be
…to breathe.

She rises from the heat’s
exotic dance
arches her back in exquisite
excellence and fans the
flames with life’s desire.

The will of simply

She spreads her golden wings
and soars…
knowing freedom’s taste
once more.

But at times the Phoenix tires of
eternal night and day
when she does, the Dove inside
takes up her flame
and, the freedom

She’s the restful spirit that
exist’s in me
…the fiery bird.

She is all the peace there is

The calmness to be felt up there
within the blue who glides on
breezes that softly tease and
blow her feathered down.

She is my calmness
…my serenity.

The purest of pure white doves
who lives and breathes in me.
Spirit of heaven’s hosts who
teaches me most of all
what it is to love and
be loved.

She is my mentor…my guide
who sees with eyes wide open
as she flies the sky
inside a meditated calm
that is at One
with all.

The Phoenix and the Dove

I know them both so well now
for each has always seemed
an equal part
of me.

Each one gives me freedom
and when at last I lay me
down to die I’ll know
the circle is unbroken
Circles without end
for those two spirits will be
flying the skies unless
time eternal



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I mentioned on the recent ‘Life of a Poet’ interview at Poets United with Sherrybluesky that I have always felt as if I have two very different spirits in me from which I gain, strength/wisdom, courage etc and, for some reason ever since I was very young I have always felt as if I know how it really does feel to ‘fly.’ To preen feathers, to lift them and fold them back into place. To open wings out wide, take off and fly. To be above the world to soar and glide with nothing but peace and the rush of wind in my face.
I’ve always had a feeling in another life that I was a bird and know the feeling of free flying and, a few years ago was told by someone who ‘read’ Native American stones that I have an Eagle, a white Buffalo and a Dolphin as my animal spirit guides. She said that to have an Eagle was so unusual because they are considered the highest of animals to have as a guide, filled with wisdom and, not many have them, but to have three animals which covered, land, sea and air was really very unusual and she told me I ought to allow myself to be guided by them.
I’m open to any and all things that spiritually enlighten.

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Poets United Thursday Think Tank #88 ‘Feather’

Let it Be

Trees shed their leaves
leaving empty arms to
shiver through the
sleeping chill.

‘Let it be’
(she said)
‘Let it be.’

So, despite the cold
I stay among the living.

Winters breath touches
now in wind whispers
soon to set everything free
to be what it ought to be.
To sleep forever
to lie in dormant dreams
until spring arrives with
her promised nudges to
awaken once more.

Let it be.

Reflections on water
share passion spent in
expanding ripples and waves
until they exist no more.

The watchers are there
(I feel their presence)
listening for calls of love
from the song in my heart to lift
their vibration high into the ether
above the clouds
where more than words exist
teaching new hero’s on the ground
it’s best to just

Let it be.


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