The Journey

In response to The Journey, by David Whyte

Donna Birdwell

A former lifetime on
 the other side of the fire
is burnt away, leaving only
 the phoenix.

There is no way back.
 That path is burned, ashes.
I have arrived here, smudged
 with the refiner's fire.
The old life seemed plenty ...
 enough kindling, match, and fuel
to burn the unneeded away,
 leaving only pure ashes,
carbon black to make ink
 with falling rain and write
my path
 into a new

Freedom comes
 in loss of
what no longer serves,
 removing a clinging,
we would not release
 on our own.

—Jeff Taylor

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