There are so many excellent essays here at Docudharma:

davidseth’s: Remembering Dr. King’s True Legacy

NLinStPaul’s:  A Better Way

OPOL’s:  A Gentle Reminder

Jimstaro’s: Peace History – This Past Week

are a few I read this morning.  Please check out the list on the sidebar, this weekend’s been a all-header for stories.  @;-)

I am taken with the ideas, experience and hard truths that are offered here as a matter of routine.  There aren’t often essays calling for someone else to provide “leadership;” there are however many essays about “calls” that individuals have answered and are in the process of answering. Just as in the Hero’s Journey stories of myth, only right now- real people- in real time.

I am struck with how much work is being accomplished as much as I am struck by the enormous amount of work there is yet to even begin.

So, in the spirit of encouragement, I offer a poem that I wrote (and was fortunate to see published) in 2001.  It is the story of the bird of rebirth, the Phoenix, who rises from its own ashes on the fabled Ben-Ben stone only once every 500 years.  In most myths, the bird is solitary, he/she has no leader, has no followers, has no companions.  I like to think that we all are our own Phoenix, but while our journeys are often conducted alone, we now have the opportunity to share the inspiration from our own experiences of ‘rising out of the ashes’ with other Phoenixes from not only around the country, but from around the world.  I like to think that the millions of us on our own journeys see each other, flap our wings, and know that individually together, we are changing our worlds.

In honor of your own Phoenix:


Red-feathered head –

you fly the Royal Road,

drop fire seeds

along ley lines like

jewels stolen

from Dragon.

In time of dark light

I follow you:

Find wings

of dark rain lace,

place them

over my shoulders,

fly the gentle curve of moon –

bones of your memory

now pearls.

KJ, 2001


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    • kj on January 20, 2008 at 20:38


    • pfiore8 on January 20, 2008 at 20:43

    bones of your memory

    now pearls

    great beautiful…

    drop fire seeds along ley lines like jewels stolen from Dragon… am saying that line out loud

    • RiaD on January 20, 2008 at 20:51


    of dark rain lace….

    fly the gentle curve of moon …

    stunning imagery


  1. Oooh nice KJ!

    I have just the picture for this (no idea where I found it):

  2. Sorry for my “french” but I’m just so excited to read this. Its gorgeous and just the words we need as we’re fanning the flames of the rising.

    I love OTB’s artwork above, but I have to tell you that the minute I read this I went in search of an image. I found lots related to fire and flames. Like this


    evolving into this


  3. Thank you for images of hope reborn, soaring on wind currents.

    • Alma on January 20, 2008 at 22:35

    It’s beautiful.  I love it, and I agree that it seems to fit the people here.  

    The book I’m reading right now has mention of phoenix.  Just one of those coincidences.

    Good job! 🙂

  4. Graceful, majestic, raison d’etre winged ascent!!

    • Edger on January 20, 2008 at 23:48
    • scribe on January 21, 2008 at 00:23

    a heartfelt Thank You, kj.

    This is pure soul food.  

  5. Printed out and hung up where I can see it every day. Whatever you do, don’t quit writing – we need more!    

  6. Phoenix, I hear, isn’t a very nice city… 😉

  7. The poems are beautiful. Art is so necessary at this time and this place is a haven not an escape but a place to ‘drop fire seeds’. It’s amazing the talent, soul and yet strength I find here. Thanks again and do publish more poems. Bravo.

    • lezlie on January 21, 2008 at 07:50

    going to bed, but just had to give you props for great poem!  nite, nite!

    • Edger on January 21, 2008 at 12:33

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