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“Between Worlds” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


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“Between Worlds” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith

a river flows
between the senses.
what i see is not where i am
where i am is beyond where can most can see;
like a bird hidden among the branches of a tree,
caught somewhere between the earth and the sky,
somewhere between that which is to be
and that which once might have been.

the faces on the ground are but shadows;
shades and shapes of the expressionless.
big nose or small,
short stature or tall,
round eyes or none at all;
each attempting to recall
a sense of something that signaled man
long before the fall.

a river flows
but neither up or down,
nor north or south, betwixt rock or ground;
nor shall either east or west ever tame it
no more than the ocean itself,
the river’s source and end as well,
can fully claim it.

no, this river flows in every direction
with every recollection;
and the higher the mind,
the more endless the perfection.

a river flows through every eye and mouth;
through every whisper and shout
of the winter wind through the trees;
through every blade of grass in eager spring;
and every place it touches within the in-between.

and to the Soul that sees
beyond the nature of jagged things,
the entirety of it all is simply lost and found upon this river of dreams.
caught within the current of this flow,
flowing tirelessly upon the River Know,
somewhere between the endless sea
and the tallest mountain buried beneath the snow.

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“To Fly” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


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“To Fly” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith 

you say you want to live
but you don’t know how. 
you say you want to die
but you’re afraid of what’s on the other side.

you say you want to love 
but you’re afraid to even try.
you say your heart couldn’t take it,
another one of those goodbye’s
where he or she walks away
while you stand there staring at the why.

you say you want to change old habits,
spread some wing feathers,
perhaps take a second or third or even fourth attempt at flight.
then you say but what’s the point
when’s there’s no one to fly by your side.

i say to you give it up, 
this need of yours to hide
with your head in the clouds 
but your mind like an injured child
crouched in a corner too afraid to cry.

i say to you give it up,
those misstepped thoughts of yours about time
and how you falsely judge that there’s not enough of it
for you to even get by,
to fall in love, to mend a fence,
to understand what’s truly inside.

but you say you want to be loved
for who you really are this time!

and i say to you,
but how can that be
when even your own self you can’t find?
because it’s buried under all that muck of an unchanging mind
strapped to a post of old habits and behaviors which you yourself deem unkind.
or it’s sitting too high on its perch
out of reach of the one who wanders the woods
seeking you with faith that it’s just a matter of time.

and i say too you it’s true,
this element of Time,
it’s as infinite as the Source
and yet as finite as water and wine.
and yet the love that you seek
lies no where within or without it,
for that is the love of the mind.
how do i know? because i can see you lying here again 
broken, battered, seeking to be readjusted 
for another round of the benign.

no, i say to you, the love that you seek
can not be found within the folds of bosoms so fine,
nor in the arms strong in protection 
with hands held firm at the base of the spine.
it is not in the gentle love-making,
the passionate kisses which rise
from roots churning in energy as primordial as the rivers of time.
for these are temporary loves 
lasting moments or weeks 
and at the most a lifetime,
which still remains temporary at best 
whether one lives to a hundred and nine.

no, dear one, these loves are sublime, 
but they can compare to nothing 
of the potential of the live you hold inside.
even a thousand lovers of a thousand lifetimes
could hardly equate to the ecstasy
of that live of the self which extends far beyond these limited but beautiful realms of earthly space and time.

you see, dear one, 
you didn’t come here to do anything
but learn how to love yourself ultimately this time,
beyond excuses, expectations or a crumbling of heart and mind.
you came here to be tested and treated well within these earthly confines
in ways which would push you through the prison story of your mind.
you know the one…
the one that tells you can’t do it, you’re not worthy, 
you haven’t got the strength for it this time. 
the one that lies to you in the mirror
each time you stare into your own eyes.

yes dear, i say to you
i understand all the self-lies.
i once heard and believed them, too
before i could open my eye
and see that the truth of all life and love and that one i’d been seeking outside
was nowhere to be found as long as i was willing to hide behind my story of brokeness, of sadness and strife.

so, i say to you, let go dear liver of life!
let go of the poisons you’ve given yourself of late each morning and night.
let go of believing that there’s even something to find. 
let go of even thinking that your love is outside somewhere hidden 
in a lover be that in a man or a woman or even a child. 
let go and let in the greatest love of all time,
the love of yourself once you no longer require it from outside,
that love that will appear in everything to which you are willing to give sight.
it is the same love that flows through every one who finally decides 
to set themselves free, fully trust, let go and learn how to fly.

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“Dream” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


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“Dream” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith

good night, my loves.
dream and sleep while still waking.
may you find the solace of your own making.
may you breathe beyond life’s aching.
may you discover your strength hidden
just beyond the door that bids you walk through
upon the only journey worth taking.
the one that leads you back to you,
heart fully mended, no longer breaking.
I love you. this truth be not mistaken.

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“Within My Heart of Hearts” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


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“Within My Heart of Hearts” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith

No matter where I go, there you are. 
“Where?”, you ask. 
Here… right here in my heart of hearts. 

You walk with me upon the path that I walk because I carry you there. 
I hear you speak to me within my inner ear saying, “I love you. Keep going there.”

“Going where?” I ponder.
“Wherever it is you are going,” you reply, “because I’ll meet you there.”

“I see,” then says I. 
And I see that no matter where I happen to be, 
that the memory of you continues to feed me…

Within that heart of hearts 
that continues to skip a beat
as my steps fall upon a sometimes difficult path, 
feet falling one by one, these feet of feats;
as my eyes gaze upon another sunrise or sunset 
upon the strange and wonderful lands that I greet;
and as my heart both remembers how to fly while also
visiting the places within it where we still can meet.

I love you.
Don’t forget it. 
And if you do… 
That’s okay, too.
Because I won’t.
I can’t.
I shan’t.
It’s complete. 

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Dedicated to each and every one who has ever loved in the world (yes, that’s you too =) on this February 14th, 2013. Photo by my dear, sweet soul sister, Susie Burkett 

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“Brow to Brow” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


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“Brow to Brow”  by Pheonyx Roldan Smith (originally composed June 22nd, 2011. Excerpt from a soon to be published book of poetry called “The Red Book Writings”)

~ for Kique ~

As the warmth of your fingers smoothed the creases in my brow,
edging away my uncertainties with each caress across my third-eye;
Like feathers brushing away eons of worries, deceptions, and fears.
I hear the smaller, less certain of my two selves speak…

“But you are a man, but a boy really…
How could you know the essence of a sensual touch?
And how that alone can open up doorways
yet unexplored, let alone unknown just moments before?
How could you know how to lead my soul through the portals of time
simply by a swipe across the bridge of my nose through the temple of my mind?
How could you know about all these things and seemingly so much more yet unspoken?”

“You don’t remember?” you gently replied through that silent smile,
“You told me with your eyes.”

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“Tree Song” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


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“Tree Song” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith (composed July 07, 2011)
dedicated to Martin TreeWalker Isganitis (1956 – 2013) and all who walk the trees

Today I walked the forest
to seek what it had to say;
To guide me as I walk
my path in silent steadfast way.

I took a moment to greet it
with heart on full display.
I spoke to it in kindness,
my mind full set to pray.

I called upon this moment.
It called upon me back;
It sang a song in silence;
It paced me on my track.
Below I walked their branches,
like outstretched bones to open sky.
Roots like toes divinely planted
in gangly networks below did lie.

I felt my movements; slow, expanded.
My soul released a sigh
of love and longing chords
of ancient river cries,
which flowed from leaf to lumber
from twisted root to vine,
even from the bee that happ’d to bumble by;

and this is what they said to me upon the wind in lowly cry…

“We are intricately connected,
There’s little difference
between the you and I.
We are as ancient as
the rocks that at our bases deeply lie.

“Our direction is the Sun,
the Source of Light and all of Life;
Our purpose is to serve,
and at this we need not try.

“So, we call upon you now to hear our ancient cry,
Be still and know this heartsong within the woods you tarry by.

“For now it rises to greet you each
from the center of an open eye,
like a tempest storm which rises
from our common Mother’s cry.

“Listen for it swiftly
upon the by and by;
It is as powerful as the wind
and as persistent as the fly,
signaling a change of ages come
neither man nor fauna shall deny.”

My heart dropped into the void; 
Upon my brow an angel sighed.
I shall take upon this manna
which hath fed me until I die,
and soar among the trees again 
which reach into infinite star-filled skies.  

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“Of Truth, Trust and Light” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


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“Of Truth, Trust and Light” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith (Sept. 2010)

My heart bleeds 
but I breathe Life 
into that which now and always 
pours out upon a hurting planet 
seeking to be reborn. 

I AM that child.
I AM that midwife. 
My mantra is Truth and Trust. 
My tool is the Light I have been given
as it pours from my heart, my Soul, my side.

May it Awaken each and every Life form 
upon this re-deathing and re-birthing bed
through the Divine Gaia,
while FatherMother Source
composes a song of service and celebration
for every midwife to hear,
for every child to feel,
for every bearer to see.
Surrendering to the beautiful mystery.

Breathe.

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“‘I See You,’ Says the Sea to the Sky” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


The Sky does not say to the Sea, “I AM above you. So, therefore I AM better than you.”  The Sky just is, and the Sea just is.

And yet, the two are elements of the same. The Sky reflects itself within the Sea, and the Sea feeds itself as clouds in order to see itself within the Sky.  

I AM with you, ♥ Pheonyx

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“Calling You Home” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


“Calling You Home” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith

Are you here?
Or are you still there?

Are you seeking sunshine
in a midnight rain?
Are you playing tunes
upon the window pane?

Are you seeking solace as you
sit contemplating upon the rock of Dawn?
Or are you practicing your hulahoop
to the rhythm of the morning song?

Are you dancing from cloud to cloud
with the sparrow and the dove?
Are you simply contemplating
your entry place from the great above?

Are you ready to move from
ether to fire to earth and then air?
to begin another journey by
flighted feet upon
crusted rock and with us
your wisdom share?

Are you here?
Or are you still there?

I ask because we eagerly await you.
We have prepared your chamber within our very hearts..
  They are filled with an undying love
by many who wish you joyful journey,
who are facing their fears,
and who have dared to care.

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“More Time” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith


“More Time” by Pheonyx Roldan Smith

The above is a simple recipe really, is it not?  Oh, but I hear you saying now, “Yeah, simpler said than done!” as is often the general consensus.  However, I want to offer you this, it’s pretty much just like baking a cake.  It does take a certain level of trial and error and lots of practice. But also like in baking, the one creating finds great joy and interest in the experimental process of creating something new, tasty (hopefully) and beautiful through the alchemy of mixing the simple ingredients of life and adding a little bit of fire over an extended period of time. And then he (or she) waits. And the result? Sometimes a bum cake. An opportunity (aka, a lesson) to learn what one did or perhaps did NOT do in order to make it rise completely, or even stay risen once it was pulled out of the fire (aka, oven) and back into the world of space and time.

And thus the baker tries again. More practice. And remember, dear Ones, even talent (or lack thereof) can be overcome with enough patience and perseverance. So, with enough time, effort and God-given gumption, what is finally created and eventually revealed is something utterly amazing and to be proud of, no doubt, as the baker chooses to share and enjoy it with family and friends and perhaps even complete strangers in a deeply appreciative and most joyful way.

And when that cake is complete,
And has been shared and nurtured others in kind…
And when the baker is ready, in right and perfect time,
He will choose to create another.
Maybe the same one this time.
Maybe something quite different.
Something the baker has never tried.
What is going on in the making of his mind?

And therefore, a gathering again of the elements of Five.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water… and the inner workings of the Mind.
Time for more practice.
More learning.
More trusting this time?
More skills in creating in order to refine.

More fire.
More water.
A little more sugar, if you be so kind?
Maybe some chocolate, or raspberries, or lemon, or lime.
Perhaps a pinch of cayenne to even open the Eye..
You get to decide.

More appreciation.
More experimentation.
More fun.
More Practice.
More Time.

keep baking with love, ♥ Pheonyx

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