From Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
Herr God, Herr LuciferOut of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Ego As Phoenix Rising
This is in honor of my tenacious ego. It uses its busting (death) to its advantage and lures me into identifying with the illusion of its praises, creating false pride in me and its own rebirth--like a phoenix rising from its ashes.