𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻

 

Let’s be clear about this:

It isn’t the same as being sick

and getting better. It isn’t

changing your mind at the last minute

or pushing away from the brink.

 

The only way to be born again

is to die. The Phoenix doesn’t just

go up in a blaze of glory. It

feels the fire lick up and sizzle

every feather, until each quill becomes

a column of flame carried straight to the core.

 

Whatever the legend of re-birth, there is always

time in the fire, under the ground,

hanging on the cross or the tree.

Don’t skip over that part of the story.

If you would be reborn, you have to die.

 

But what then? After the dying

how are we to rise again into new life?

The earth, the hero, the god, you and I—

how does any of us find our way back

from the Valley of the Shadow?

 

The same way we die:

Walk into the light.

 

- Lynn Ungar -