Rise of the Phoenix

Once upon a time, the Phoenix soared high through the sky, flapping its fiery wings with passion undying, dying to keep merging with and emanating more and more pure-energy-of-life, crying with fervent glee appreciating the everlasting, eternal opportunity to dine with grace and motivation divine.

Then, spontaneously, the Phoenix's fire died, and seemingly its life, as well, and so its loved ones fell into emotional hell over despair of the dear departed one who inspired them to share the same fiery love for Fire and (the) Sun. But just as this perceived emotional hell had begun, the Phoenix's expended ashes erupted with a beam of one blinding golden-passion-energy that temporarily prevented these beings from seeing lucidly the seemingly miracle reality of what was happening so abruptly and triumphantly and relatively instantly.

(The) Sun was immediately back with nothing except the same-wild-flame bliss as before, the same mysterious yet intimately familiar Force that these lovers of the Phoenix did adore. Then, the resurrected Phoenix inspired the people to both believe and see that they all, too, were themselves nothing but the Phoenix, and had only forgotten that they, too, are that passion undying, dying to keep merging with and emanating more and more pure-energy-of-life, crying with fervent glee appreciating the everlasting, eternal opportunity to dine with grace and motivation divine.

And so, thus ensued, a renewed perspective and gratitude for the respective altitude of the prospective aptitude from these prospects' attitude to see the latitude of their gratitude for the Phoenix's rise and return, and so they conspired to learn never to repress the authentic urge, the relentless urgency, to BE the Phoenix and rise again and again and again for all Eternity.

The End (or so it would seem)