Phoenix Rising

Phoenix Rising is the second installment in the story of this peaceful warrior.  It is what happens when a person offers themselves, in full-body immersion, to whatever comes.  It is the embrace of reality.  It is the dissolution of illusions…of fantasy…the epilogue to the story of who was cast into the depths with such abandon…

What truly is left when you let your story go, as you would a sweat-soaked, smothering cloak?

What lies beneath?  What part of your story is worthy of its resurrection?

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Every fantasy, be it of love or hate, deprives you of knowledge for fantasies are the veil behind which truth is hidden.  To lift the veil that seems so dark and heavy, it is only needful to value truth beyond all fantasy, and to be entirely unwilling to settle for illusion in place of truth. – A Course In Miracles

In the stillness, I hear silence.  This I know.  There is no confusion.  There is nothing else.

Here there is no “me.”  Yet I remain immersed in It.  It is this paradox that has led me here.  No breath of life can interfere here – that force that I so feared has dissolved along with my last fleeting thought about it.

It matters not where “here” is; it is enough to know It is.  Words cannot suffice, but speak them I must in order to invite It to where I am.  It only became It when I became me.

I understand that in my focus upon the fantasy, I substituted “It” for the “other” and allowed the other to decorate my dark, barren room.  I no longer care to indulge in fantasy.

Perhaps that is the reason the door on its hinges stands quiet?  The incessant chatter has ceased into silence, and stillness rests.

From that, I know I am aware.  I listen.  To do otherwise would involve caring, and that I truly do not.

And so, there is no interference.  Silence, in perfect clarity, is released.

I hear…that is all I know.  It is white and full and pure.  Ever present, It surrounds and envelops.  It reveals, in the vacuum of space, Its infinite frontiers.  It establishes and perpetuates the foundation each and every musical note…its magnificent maestro.  It weaves its infinite web through thought and word and symbol…all we that hold dear and all we do not.  I travel with It

Silence is my eternal creator.

It offers no burden.  It weighs nothing at all – by matter nor by judgment.

As I share in Its stillness, I am refreshed.  I gratefully acknowledge this Inspiration.

Through It, immersed in these energies, I am not alone.  In the act of surrender, the tremendous weight that was my veil of flesh has become no more… I let its heavy, dark burden slip away, flowing…smooth as elegant silk on softly polished flesh…

Is this what others have called, peace?

When I gave up the fight to be methe fight left me to what was left – everything else.

Releasing the fantasy that never was left me with what was.

I have a new understanding as I extend this thought.  Sharing peace is knowing peace.  And I cannot share with myself alone.  Truly, I am not alone!

I continue in silence and feel myself quickening…there is movement…quick in my veins.  I think…I will call it Inspiration.  It doesn’t matter what I call It, as It is all there is.

This is where I begin, immersed in this energetic flow, in the realization that It was where I am all along.

The quickening has brought this awareness, wrapped in the presence of silence, and with it…all energy, all frequency, all possibilities.

The perception that took my life shows itself as what it is when viewed through all, and I am renewed and released from those confines.

My bleak, barren room is neither bleak nor barren as I release all perception of it.  It has become nothing.

Here, I am overflowing.  Neither am I old, nor full of dread…

This release holds such appeal and such freedom from that which I thought I knew! It opens me up and allows me to see what I have created in a new way…with a new lightness of being.  With all that I truly am…I feel It – the undoing of every singular miscreation…every solitary thought.

When I release, so am I renewed.  My miscreations are perpetually undone through Inspiration.

Like the legendary Phoenix, I feel myself arise from my own ashes, transformed, a being designed not to cringe, but to embrace.

I now understand why I am still here...my being bridges the gap between that which is known and that which cannot be known.

I am a body bridge.

In stillness, I remain.  I feel its flow wash over me and through me.  It is ageless.

This flow, this energy I feel…this Inspiration…this is Its language.

Inspiration.

I feel it when I share it.

 

Part III – Translation – is coming soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Published by Paula D. Tozer

I am a writer, poet and singer/songwriter. I am a Toastmaster, motivational speaker, personal creativity coach, and workshop leader. My most sincere wish is to share my words with others, and that we both benefit from the exchange.

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