Phoenix

phoenix feather

The bleeding starts
and runs right through,
piercing all the hearts,
staining the very clothes
that kept it out of sight
and silent in the world
where it so violently wanted sight
and to be seen,
and so she opened up the wound,
made it visible to those who once turned away,
and striking a pose of resistance,
cried her faithful tears
until the bleeding had to stop,
and in its place
and from her death
the great red bird rose and flew,
freedom on its wings,
all she ever wanted,
all her bloody heart ever knew

©SpiritLed 2017

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This Light

Heart-shape for the nature.

Being seen, being heard
It’s in our DNA,
Coursing through these bodies
We call home

For each desire to hide our light,
There is a deeper urging
For someone to understand,
To see the meaning in our existence,
To hear our deepest existential thoughts
Which tie one generation, one civilization,
To the next

This, the fabric of our inner workings,
Provides a glimpse into our eternal nature,
A roadmap to explain the longing
To be known for who we are

Not as this body,
But as this soul,
This heart,
This light

©SpiritLed 2017