Practice is Integration

I thought I had to return home to integrate
write in my journal
harvest nuggets of wisdom

I returned to fullness
and so did none of these
I still feel the spaciousness of the phoenix
living with me
in my busy days

I continued my dance
but slowly, for there was a tiredness in my bones
perhaps that was the integration….
(the slowing down to let it all digest, without words or thought)

Yesterday the real meaning of living integration showed itself
As I danced the phoenix again
ah the beauty and the joy of it
a tool, a method, a dance
to work with stories
that no longer serve

That is integration
the continuity of practice
mind needs not be too anxious in getting it all right
body knows, soul knows
and then mind can serve the clarity that can arise from that
powerful combination
The practice, the practice, the practice
All else flows from there

The Phoenix

Reflections from working with the Phoenix

I thought a lot of the rising bird when I imagined the phoenix
I did not dwell much on the fire,
or even the ashes of the dying bird,
upon which the new phoenix could rise

But this was a journey not only of rising
but also of dying
of stepping into the fire
and finding the incredible
and light that can be found there
forged in the fire
discovered as a resource, to be able to stand in the fire
and then to rise
and then to fly

Like the Phoenix