Frail Phoenix

I’ve been chasing Golden Horses

I have followed frail phoenixes, hoping for a glimpse of their face

I watched them fall, awaited their triumphant rise, and wondered if suspended specks of ash are all I’m gonna get

I sought Thor’s hammer

I searched for the hidden temple

I called on the mystery

And demanded polarity

I thought the silence was disapproval

I wailed and let blood flow from open sores

Thinking it would be lapped up in a grateful frenzy

I was but a gruesome spectacle

“You will know them by their fruit”

He said

(If at all possible, please take this cup)

So now I follow the fruit

Enjoy its succulence

Be enriched by its flavor

There you will be

“Where two or more are gathered

There I am also”

Come and Live