The Phoenix, The Whale

As tides fly high and inferno bellows below, the phoenix and the whale dance in platinum and gold. Each one is aware of the other's existence, but for a whale to fly is for space to be that like water. The firebird transforms, burning and writhing. They sing songs, From Mars to Sirius.

There is a dragon inside of you- and one inside me. It buries itself in the pits of our souls and guards the treasure that is I- that is you. Do not turn your back on it, or else you will bleed light and I will weep darkness. Your white will oppress, and my black will consume.

Fly high above the winds frost and flame, else you will meld into nidus. Do not let your animus possess you, nor your anima seduce you and cause you to betray your innocence. We are who we are for a reason. To reject that is to die an everlasting death.

As waves course through and sunbeams scald, the whale will fly and the phoenix will portrude. The abyss and inferno are not so different now, are they? You stare into them, and they gaze back at you. Will you conquer your dragon? Or will you fall, my precious child?

One thing is certain:

You will never forget. Drifter. Skinwalker. Believer.

You create what you think you deserve. You are ugly only if you make yourself so. You are a figure of lust only if you allow yourself to be. Nobody can decide who you are but you. You- and The Almighty, that is. Look up. Stop hating yourself. Please.

You will never escape your self-flagellation otherwise.