Sometimes the only way for regeneration
Is to burn it all down
To let the dead bury the dead
To shed the many layers
To take off the many masks
And just lay yourself bare.
To stoke the flames with all clutter you’ve accumulated over the years
All the things
All the successes
All the failures
All the joys
All the pain
All the anguish and everything else that’s been allowed to rule you
Everything thats come to define you
And just watch it all burn,
let it all simmer and be reduced to ash.
Making fertile again the soil in which your seed was first planted
And then watch it grow again.
But this time, true to its essence
No pretence
Just the reality of everything that you are and everything that you can be –
Rise Phoenix rise.
For here comes that rain again.
