The Phoenix fed only on air, harming no other creature. It lived a solitary life in a far-away land, coming to human-inhabited land only when it was ready to die.
Beautiful, glorious, and sacrificing self for renewal, you build a pyre and set yourself ablaze. For the sake of self. Red bird of fire you come forth through your ashes a new bird shedding the old self which no longer is needed. You embrace your new strength and fly to the heights of the sky to the city of the sun and give the ashes unto the alter of the sun god for your immortality. Embrace yourself for you are a child of the sun and will live eternal through birth, death and renewal. The spirit of you never dies, An extremely gentle creature, you weep tears of incense, while your blood is pleasantly fragrant from the flowers found only high in the branches of the trees. Because of hurt and pain you build your nest of sticks of cinnamon and you great bird face the rising Sun and sing in a beautiful voice. As the heat of the Sun ignites the fragrant spices, and the Phoenix dies in its own funeral of fire.
Rising from the flames you know secrets of life and reincarnation to repeat it all again.
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