The Phoenix is a supernatural creature, living for 1000 years. Once that time is over, it builds its own funeral pyre, and throws itself into the flames. As it dies, it is reborn anew, and rises from the ashes to live another 1000 years.
The PaperMoon is supposed to be hanging over Phoenix for a few days at a swanky, romantic resort.
I am not there.
There are always choices to be made - to throw yourself into the flames, or to start anew.
Which will it be? A conflagration or a commitment?
I have my preference. But this puts me in mind of samsara - where I find myself in an endless cycle of wanting and rewanting...
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