Frail Phoenix

I have followed frail phoenixes; hoping for a glimpse of their face

I watched as they fell, awaited their triumphant rise,

And wondered if suspended specks of floating ash are all I'm gonna get

I sought Thor's hammer

I searched for the hidden temple

I called on the mystery

And demanded polarity

I thought the silence was disapproval

I wailed and let blood flow from open sores

Thinking it would be lapped up in a grateful frenzy

I was but a gruesome spectacle

Oh, frail phoenix

A grandiose contraption, to be sure

"You will know them by their fruit"

He said

(If at all possible, please take this cup)

So now I follow the fruit

Though it drops from a tree I will probably never find

Does the branch seek the trunk?

Should the roots look for the bark?

Is the hand best used by searching for its arm?

Frail Phoenix

Rather

Enjoy the succulence

Be enriched by its flavor

There you will be

"Where two or more are gathered

There I am also"

Come and Live