This poem was written while on a two week retreat at Casa Werma in Patzcuaro, Mexico. Reflecting on the present moment as captured in ink by the calligrapher’s brush.
When we feel the sting of failure, loss, or grief it is hard to imagine coming back to ourselves. This poem reminds us of the Phoenix – reborn from the ash.
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