AS THE PHOENIX FALLS by Jenn Lui

Walking on the path of our own spiritual journey, we can sometimes feel like we go around in circles, always beginning…

Yet in writing this poem, I was comforted with the fact that we never truly stay the same.

Reflecting on the nature of change, we are always shifting ever so slightly, moving forward always transformed somehow with every step.

Illustration by Jenn Lui – Always Beginning

As The Phoenix Falls

You say you’ve been transformed
and that you’ve found your way
but how different do we really become.

One step forward sometimes ten steps back
and we find ourselves at the beginning again
Alchemy’s many disguises.

Walls are closing in while you react
Keep burning through the noose
Just keep burning through the noose.

Given the chance to rise above
to transmute fear and pain
trapped and stifled by ego’s demands

We move in circles and in cycles
we never really stay the same
yet never stray far away from our true nature.

Keep burning through the noose
to rise again and fall once more
to rise again.

Photographic art by Jenn Grosso- 'Favorite Number Three'

Jenn Lui hails from a far and distant land impervious to the mundane and the conventional. Her eclectic interests always begin with an overwhelming curiosity, which catapults her into fanatical investigations and explorations. A lover of all creative mediums, she focuses most of her time on writing, painting/mixed media, yoga, meditation and picture taking. Jenn holds BAs in Psychology and Comparative Religion. She continuously thrives on furthering her understanding of the mind-body-spirit connection. With a penchant for all things beautifully extraordinary, Jenn recognizes the importance of honoring her shadow self, which in turn, creates a healthy respect for what lingers in its dark corners. Shamelessly wearing her heart on her sleeve, Jenn can typically be found with a book in hand, mala around her neck, and skipping to the beat of her own drum. Connect with Jenn on her blog'Perils of The Living', Facebook and Twitter.

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