EXISTENCE not called LIFE !!

I  am now the phoenix,
sleeping in my ashes,
no one can see me alive,
my existence is not called life.

They say I am detached,
but this goes beyond attachment,
no feathers needed to fly,
I am flying higher than mountains.

The being evolves to what its made of,
rivers flowing and the gardens fragrance,
I am not what it seems to be,
away from my and your memories.

Fly oh bird! Fly high!
show them who your are,
the pigeons, the owls,
show them who you really are!

The funny bird smiles,
The country of this existence.
Fly oh bird! Fly high!
Show them its possible for you to fly.
  

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