Sunday 1 November 2009

The moth, the flame, the phoenix, the one



When it circles near it draws its energy
When it gets to close it gets singed
When it touches the flame it is burnt
When it surrenders to the core it is enveloped

It resurrects with the phoenix
It rules the world with his name
It lives to be queen of the 9 fold
It becomes singularity with the one.

Hein S.

1 comment:

  1. beautiful - reminds me of song Troy, by Sinead O'Connor

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