In the empty space
where once a giant stood
it would now appear
is just a stump of wood.
This empty space consumes me,
the loss that I now feel,
a giant presence missing,
a fear that is so real.
For gentle giants guide us
remind us who we are,
give us strength to cling to
when we've strayed afar.
But in their empty space,
they teach us something new,
a truth about ourselves,
a wisdom that rings true:
In the empty space
of our busy lives
we've filled with many things,
anxiety here thrives.
Our ego is a giant.
With fear this tyrant reigns,
power its illusion,
control it merely feigns.
Our disconnect from Love
has caused us so much strife.
Now Light shines through our fractures
revealing our true life.
The Light has found its way
in the giant's empty space.
And now I feel its glow,
its warmth upon my face.
So let that Light shine brighter,
catch fire, rage aflame,
then scorch away the paper armour,
burn away the shame.
When the Phoenix rises,
she needn't rise in anger.
She knows that there is something
that makes her even stronger.
Like a fiery sunset
of pastel colours made,
she's strong and she is gentle,
she's no longer afraid.
A tender touch, a softness
she once had long before,
no longer needing armour,
her beauty shines once more.
Her fierceness and her courage,
her strong, emboldened gaze
come from the Source within,
the Light is set ablaze.
Now in the empty space
where air and sunshine flow
love and beauty thrive,
and life can freely grow.
