The Phoenix

{Fèng Huáng}

The Phoenix

(Chol) Job 2918

I had to move

One hundred thousand

Cactuses

Heathens

So many needles

So much pain

They are like animals

Once they get a chance to take

Once they get a good start in good ground

Everywhere

If a peace falls off

No matter how it falls

It extends root

Into the ground

Assimilation

But I love to see them

Grow

Thick

As they stand

Up from winters sleep

Along the ground

Rising up in the face of the sun

Blissful in the light of moon

The endless flowers

Though today

I soak in salt

To sooth the wounds

Set upon me

I can delight

Getting lost in the memories

Anticipating another season

In the sun

Integrated

Ten Thousand tiny needles

Logged within my skin

Though I shaved them down

To my naked body

The Cactuses are now a part of me

And I have become like one of them

Assimilating me into you

Words taking root

Wherever they can

Tiny little needles

Logged into the essence

Of mind

Even if you shave them down

To your naked mentality

The Flowers will come

Endless Flowers

A sea of gold

Rising to meet the sun

In your life

In your love

And in mine

Roots extending

Everywhere

Heathens

In this love

Namaste

Añjali Mudrā

Maharishi Déjà Vu
4JAA