" The Phoenix Nimbuses "

From the ashes of it's predecessor
After fourteen hundred years of life
The consecration, the resurrection
Life, in heavenly paradise
Wearing it's royal colors
Purple, a lavender mist
When I am frightened most deeply
I dream, of the mystic Phoenix
Where in the strength of it's perennial wisdom
I find the strength myself
And when I awake to realities tribulations
No fear, do I possess
For in my mauve awareness
I intuit the existing Nimbuses
And I am comforted by the seven ray's
Of radiant light
Encircling the heads of the Holy Saints
And I realize
That this life
Is NOT
Everything,
I am....

 

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)