Rebirth

On days when I feel the pain of unfurling,
like petals held tight before their uncurling,
dizzying thoughts in my mind begin whirling
while, deep down inside me, emotions are twirling.

The effort needed to push out a bud —
allowing a blossom to spring from the mud —
generates in me a passionate flood
of feelings that course through my body like blood.

The transformation of bud into flower
requires sacred fire within to devour
earthly illusions of safety and power
that hold me in check in my ivory tower.

So as I continue to prove my worth
each day of this human lifetime on Earth,
from the precariousness of rebirth
emerge wondrous moments of awe and mirth!