The Phoenix

Seeking for sanity

I find it not

not in the dying embers of fires long spent

nor in places of confusion

far from daybreaks doorway.

Where then should I seek?

Not in the ramblings of the created offspring,

who always

wise as children

never maturing,

seek the same thing I seek

but with even less fortitude.

Where than a hope be found?

Not in the spark

but the flame whence it came

troubled not by the winds of desire

but peace at last

In the stillness of burnt offerings

where the phoenix will arise from the ashes

to begin a new dawn