Watching the Phoenix

Every paradox is visited by a phoenix with wings as it fly's throughout the winds of time. And, so there I was, feeling karma in the blend and the mix of the passageway. It seemed that the circles of the world turned into losing shapes that rolled out of rain and tumbled. So, if this was the truth of the universe, how would I center myself in anything? How would I make a full turn when everything was spinning out of control? Yet somehow love caught me when I was falling and became a stronger emotion than ever. It was apparent that a link formed in the aftermath of previous pain and I connected to a bonding unity.

I found hope when I saw a phoenix soar through the fire, as it was reborn in the crystal blue skies. Something beautiful was building on the legacy of dreams that my loved ones had left behind for me. They had painted some wonderful pictures with a brush of fate that helped them along. From that day on, I made a point to look at every picture I was given and to draw some of my own.