Or… how I learned to stop worrying and mashup the metaphors

I imagine the Phoenix must be a fairly common mythical totem for a mental health journey. I’ve been seeing a variation of the Phoenix lately.

I see mySELF at the intersection of the incoming stimuli from the world outside and the updraft of internally-generated consciousness.

Some days I take in too much. My psyche starts to compost. Heat generated from the decomposition of quadrillions of binary impulses through the frayed wiring of a nervous system.

Nuclear fusion begins at the core and a great conflagration, like the monks in Vietnam, self-immolation, cool and calm in the centre. Yes, it can hold. That binding force, some call it love some call it God some call it the Higgs Field.

Plasma flares take the form of a great bird. High-pressure-systems pull elements from the earth… the 55-60% water of a human forms steam condensing into rainclouds waves and a tumultuous great flood of sea rides atomic high-frequency energy waves.

Particles coalesce into atoms into galaxies into worlds into cells into a lone figure;

Ego rides the crest, surfing the Phoenix wave Westward with the sun.