Rising phoenix-like,
I survey the spent ashes
marking my old life.
Much that I value
was incinerated in
the conflagration.
My belief in hope
lingers amid the ashes
as I build new life.
Cortisone? Better? Silence...
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puts me in mind of one of my favourite haikus:
Since my house burned down.
I now own a better view
of the rising moon
:))
Como el ave Fénix siempre renacer.Es curioso como une la MS. Estaba renaciendo, en un post, cuando te he leído.
Have a nice day.
What a perfect image for you! Sweep away those ashes and continue to rise! If new life can be found -- revel in it!
Peace,
Muff
A very apt metaphor, indeed.
The new phoenix cannot be born until the old one dies.
Probably not a pleasant process, but the end result is quite beautiful.
Seems like I always building...or at least renovating.
Eeerie I was close to writing a blogpost today with a Phoenix comparison too when I read your post.....
Che koala, I like your haiku very much.
Josè Antonio, el Fénix es el símbolo perfecto para lo que necesitamos hacer dada nuestra condición.
Muff, it’s the image embodied in hope.
Robert, the concept of rebirth is a fine spiritual tradition.
Karen, that wish to build and/or renovate keeps me going despite the odds.
Anne, great minds think alike? :)
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