Fikk lyst til å dele en tekst som jeg skrev på Malta i april 2012.
Jeg besøkte grotter og tempelruiner pÃ¥ denne vakre øya – og i mitt indre …
Phoenix wings
Falling. So I am falling
Tumbling down into the cave
curiosity calling
I am visiting my grave
Floating. Floating in a womb
I turn to dust. I find rest
I’m nothingness in this tomb
I’m just potential in a nest
I am loved
I flow
I am home
I’m dirt and dust and sand
I’m loved
I am home
This is the promised land
Whispers. Whispers from the future
Gentle shivers from beneath
Divine hugs softly nurture
the unfolding of my sheath
Crack me open with your love
mix my dirt with holy strings
weave me new, make me glow
Raise me up with phoenix wings
I am loved
I fly
on phoenix wings
I’m reborn in the cave
I fly
on phoenix wings
I’m dancing on my grave
Once I was dead
Now I’m alive
I let the cave be fed
And I revive
I fly
on phoenix wings (I’m home)
I’m reborn in the cave (from dirt and dust and sand)
I fly
on phoenix wings (I’m home)
I’m dancing on my grave (the promised land)
