Phoenix Revival

Fragility and stillness.

Hostility and peacefulness.

Deathly silence.

Empty streets and heavy feet.

Uncertainty laps gently at the doors of humble homes.

Tiptoeing across egg shells of ‘maybes’ ‘would be’s’ and ‘could be’s’.

Never knowing when the ponderous cloak of this new paradigm will lift or shift into adjusted states of being, knowing and doing.

Some find their creative craft, leaning into a life stripped of their organic and supposed Western ideals.

Relishing in fresh love for colour and sound, spice and new knowledge.

Others struggle dramatically.

Staring into the uncontrollable fate of losing the stability of the path they worked so hard to lay before them.

She is not mild mannered and does not discriminate.

For once the weight rests firmly on the shoulders of the collective.

My heart ignites, and then sinks; swirling into a vortex of unprecedented emotions.

Compassion and empathy,

Married to gratitude for the bliss and beauty that remains in the things that TRUELY matter,

as we are stripped naked of the imaginary constructs we have allowed to define and confine us.

Hope.

Oh sweet hope.

That a new sunrise will spark a brighter tomorrow.

Like a phoenix we will rise through suffering and adjust our innate desires to encompass a more holistic and balanced world,

where the health of the mother and support for one another is valued far more highly than economical gain.

Together we are held in the supportive nest of commUNITY and togetherness, alongside all other living beings.