Diary?

© 2011 David Jasmin-Green

The secret lies within the flesh.
When the human meat machine forgets its heavenly glory
the bird flies in fear, and we are left alone.
Though the carcass falls to a plague of raptors all is not lost,
because the bird is but a tiny part of the whole.

When mortally wounded the anointed seek soil from within
like vampires craving native earth.
Though the casket is sealed the worms invade the vessel
eating rock, eating steel, eating wax that consecrated sacraments
concentrated with the pen way back when -
our only pedigree, our only passport,
our only documents of proof.
When those crucial records are lost or illegible
the corpse is fair game for the worms,
so you'd better hold on to your credentials.

But even when you're down,
there's no need to rot ungraciously.
Once you hit rock bottom you can rise again
and build a stronger temple.
You can be sated in this sacred place
where you're free to learn afresh like a new babe.
Remember, you must come whole unto yourself
before you seek to share with others.
When that all important task is done
the phoenix appears out of nowhere
and carries you home on golden wings.