Poetry

Diwali

Phoenix

We are golden phoenixes,
who dive into our own fire
to be consumed by the flames of truth.
Once the flames have cleared us away,
we linger for a moment
as ash and dust. Dingy with debris.
Until the force of our own gravity
pulls us back within,
compressing us,
creating the heat to burn
brightly once more.
Of course it not a comfortable experience.
So alarming
the first time this process began.
So unsure
as to what was happening
and what the outcome would be.
Disoriented
as the heat of the fire
felt more that we could bare,
even though we have endured it before.
Those who have been through it
many, many times,
are still learning
to stand back and witness
themselves in this mystery.
And enjoy the beauty
of each stage of transformation.
Knowing that it will continue
as long as we need to grow.

-Taya

in the book Sutra Of Stars- Available Here

About the Author

TayaTaya Malakian is a poet, an artist, a yogini, a mother, and a minister/spiritual advisor. She strives to bring deep wisdom, ceremony and soulfulness into every aspect of daily life. She lives in Nevada City, Ca.View all posts by Taya →