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The phoenix does not rise just once,
It’s reborn infinite times
Ashes and embers of a previous form
Burn away to make way for to a higher being.
When old thoughts and earlier paradigms
No longer allow the soul to soar
A spark of enlightenment ensues
The fire of transformation is kindled.
A glowing heat deep within
Consumes what is deceased
But the living steel, the truest self
Becomes stronger, purified.
Many times I’ve felt the fire
Just when I thought I’d won
At the moment I’m ready to rest
An even taller mountain appears.
Bewildered and bemoaning my fate,
With a heart, heavy and hurting,
I doubt my ability to press forward
Yet I plod on in hope.
At first, nothing seems to happen
Like flames licking a new sheet of paper.
But as my remaining energy is eaten away
I transcend my previous state and wings appear.
The phoenix does not rise just once.
