The Phoenix Legend

Ev'ry five hundred years or so
There is a gathering.
Birds from ev'rywhere congregate
To discuss their new king.

I was invited to attend
To see who runs the world.
By watching and listening,
Secrets would be unfurled.

The three phoenixes dictate all,
They choose who shall be king.
Through a battle bloody as war
One says what the birds sing.

One phoenix is of flames and power,
He longs for the cries of war.
He will lead the world to ashes,
Only to rise once more.

The second bird is of lightning,
And craves to understand.
He'll lead the world to discov'ry
With skills of mind and hand.

The third phoenix is of beauty
She longs to heal the world.
She will lead all mankind to peace
With grace and healing swirled.

Each phoenix would fight the other,
Flames, lightning and sunlight.
Their blood would pour onto the ground
As each displayed their might.

The winner would choose the world's fate,
Or so the birds told me.
Every five hundred years they fought,
Only one saw vict'ry.

They could not live at the same time,
Earth couldn't handle it.
And so they fought for survival
Killing each, bit by bit.

But there was a surprise this year,
The birds sang together.
The birds of beauty and lightning
Seemed to like each other.

The birds' human incarnations
Had become as family.
They didn't want to fight or rule
They just wanted to be.

But the Phoenix of Fire was true
And kept to his nature.
He grew up in the midst of war
His pain his sole feature.

He vowed to destroy all makind
When he was crowned king.
He would obliterate all humans
And then peace, he could bring.

Lightining would not stand for this war
And knew he had to fight.
His sister phoenix was too gentle,
And would not survive the plight.

Lightning challenged Fire to a duel
To buy his sister time.
She would flee while the two battled
And one heard their death chime.

But Beauty was no chicken bird
And stayed by her brother.
He protested loudly at her.
She paid him no bother.

Fire attacked with all his power.
Lightning shield Beauty.
H would die before she saw harm
He knew 'twas his duty.

While war can lead to discov'ries
And new queries of though,
It was done so on the shoulders
Of the ones who had fought.

Peace would lead to less advancement,
But progress would be pure.
No blood would taint science's hands.
Peace, Lightning would assure.

It seemed the fight would never cease,
Neither could land a blow.
Lightning kept his cool, but Fire raged,
Vowing the blood would flow.

Then he made good upon his vow
And struck a viscous blow.
Lightning then fell upon the ground,
Fire had bested his foe.

The Phoenix of Fire dove downward,
Sure of his victory,
He would kill Lightning and Beauty
And rewrite history.

But for the love of her brother,
Beauty would not stand by.
She dove between Fire and Lightning,
All sure that she would die.

But she deflected fire's power
Through her own silent strength
And drove him back with sunlight pure,
That threw him back at length.

Beauty used her powers of peace,
To look into Fire's heart
And dismayed at all of his pain
And understood her part.

She looked at Lightning with a smile,
"Don't worry about me,"
She said to her precious brother.
"This is so we can all be free."

She dove headfirst into his heart
And drove his pain away.
She used her healing powers to
Make his heart bright as day.

In doing so she lost her life,
For it took all her might.
But the pay off had been worth while
For Fire had seen the light.

He'd found a force so pure and good
That it healed his old scars.
He'd never felt so free before
No more trapped behind bars.

But with this revelation came
A new feeling of pain.
He could feel a great well of guilt
'Twas driving him insane.

He looked to Lightning and begged him,
"Please take away this pain,"
And raised his neck up to Lightning
In hopes 'twould be his bane.

But Lightning could not bring himself
To end his sister's work.
She gave her life to end the reign
Of this self-serving jerk.

He glared at Fire with teary eyes
And asked why he should care.
The only one he loved was dead
'Twas Fire's burden to bear.

Fire begged with him to be put down,
And end this pain of guilt.
For of all the pains he'd endured,
This was the greatest built.

Lightning refused to take his life
Saying he deserved it.
Why should Fire get the peace of death?
Why should Lightning submit?

Then Fire got mad, for the last time
And built up his fire storm.
Then he threw himself at Lightning
In perfect fighting form.

But instead he did as Beauty,
And gave Lightning himself.
Lightning, Fire and Beauty fused
Making a higher self.

Then the birds from around the world
Began singing their songs
And gave praise to the Higher Form,
Saying goodbye to wrongs.

I marveled at this Higher Form,
Eager to hear it speak,
Wanting it to share great wisdom
With my kind that was weak.

The Higher Form stood in silence
While the birds sang its praise.
And then it turned and looked at me
And it said with voice raised;

"You humans could become like me
If only you would learn.
I am the balance of all life,
Beyond what you discern."

"This shall be the fate of your kind;
Following in my stead.
I will guide you to balanced lives,
And put behind your dread."

"To you I will pass some great truths
And you will take them out.
Some people will listen to them,
Others will have their doubt."

"You must only concern yourself
With those who will listen.
For those who don't, it is their choice.
And they shall not wisen."

And so the form told me its truths;
It talked of life balance,
Bringing peace to the world at large,
And how man can advance.

But let me ask my fellow man,
Whom I know, oh so well,
Would you take the advice I bring,
And on its wisdom dwell?

Or would you tear these words apart,
And destroy their meaning?
Causing more arguments and pain,
Purposely misleading.

These words shall only be shared with
Those who hear the calling;
Those who seek to be changed by them,
Who know that they're falling.

I will not give these words to those
Who would change their meaning,
Those who seek justification
Of their acts, demeaning.

The words are meant to be as is
And not torn into parts.
You cannot pick and choose the words,
All shall be ta'en to heart.

Listen for them in the birds' songs.

Belief and Doubt

Once upon a time there was a young man named Vadik. Vadik had gone to all of the best schools growing up and ended up attending the highest accredited university. He received the highest grades and was a great source of pride for his parents. The problem was, Vadik knew nothing.

In his early years he found out that what he thought was true, was false; justice is not always fair and balanced, people are not always nice, sometimes it is okay to steal, the sky isn't actually blue it's just how it looks, etc. This began Vadik on a journey of doubt. He read the works of Descartes and Plato as well as the Tao Te Ching. He began to wonder if there was anything in his perception of the world that was as it seemed to be. Since he could find nothing that survived his own trials of reality, he ultimately decided that there was nothing real, therefore he truly knew nothing because there was nothing to know.

One day he discussed his observations with his colleagues Esprit, Manota and and Tanuja. Each had their own take on what was real and decided to try to convince Vadik to their line of thinking. For Esprit, one had to start with the axiom that God exists. Manota believed that whatever existed, did so only in her mind and that life was just the perception of the brain. Tanuja argued that if you can see it, touch it, sense it, it was real to him. Not wanting to create an argument, Vadik agreed to listen to them one at a time and whoever had the floor was not to be interrupted except by Vadik's questions. The group agreed to the terms.

Vadik turned to Esprit and said, "prove to me that God exists and I will follow the rest of your logic."

Esprit took a drink, looked at his friend and said, "Do you believe in chance?"

Vadik replied, "I believe in nothing."

Esprit sighed, "that's a start, I suppose."

Esprit argued that only those who believe in chance could believe that there is no god. Only those people could look at the astronomical odds that life on Earth, or even the big bang could have happened, and think "wow, lucky us!" He claimed that if you truly took a look at the odds, and how often things have happened in our favor that never should have happened, you could not believe in chance. Thus, you have the idea that maybe someone or something is tweaking things to make the laws of nature work in our favor. Whatever or whoever it is, must be god. The problem comes in trying to define this god entity.

"Your explanation still leaves room for doubt," replied Vadik. "After all, there is still the possibility that it is all chance. I am sorry, but I cannot accept your belief that there is something real."

Next he turned to Manota who talked of her belief that really we are just minds. There is nothing physical or spiritual, it is just mental. Everything we think of as physical is a result of stimulus of the brain. Even pain we think we feel in other parts of our body, we actually feel in our mind. And don't pay attention to the idea that the mind is physical, she added, these are just our minds' way of reconciling all of the stimulus it receives. We can't know beyond a doubt that we are just minds because we have been programmed for so long to believe that we are physical beings. However, with enough practice and disbelief, you can start to treat your life as if it is just a dream, and your responding to stimuli.

Vadik shook his head, "your explanation still leaves room for doubt because we do not know where the stimuli come from that create our perception of the world. Is it internal? External? If it is internal, how did our brain come up with the composite that it did without a source or original sense to base it off of? If it is external, how can a mind interact with another mind? We have no proof of this ever happening, I have no proof that you are another mind and we are interacting mind to mind, so I still have doubts about your theory."

Tanuja gave Vadik a smile and said, "I guess it's my turn then?" Vadik nodded in agreement and Tanuja began his explanation of what was real. For Tanuja, whatever could be sensed was real. We don't live in the Matrix, he explained, there is no giant computer controlling us. Even if it was, the computer would have to be physical and thus, be real. It is true that our senses can get out of control at times, our brains unable to comprehend what we have sensed. But the brain is a physical entity responds to the same rules of nature that apply to everything else. We can mathematically prove plenty of things that seem contrary to nature; the world revolves around the sun, there are billions of stars that are billions of light years away from us, all from observing the physical world on our own level. The physical world has to be real because it can be explained through math and science while the others cannot.

"But not everything has a physical explanation, despite your obvious belief that it does," Vadik disagreed. "If everything were in accordance with math and science then, as Esprit pointed out, we probably would not be here because the laws of nature were not on our side."

"I say the trouble lies with you," Manota responded bitterly. "You just can't commit to one view or another, so you're staying a wish-washy coward."

"Agreed," Esprit sighed, shaking his head. "You lack the ability to believe anything without solid proof, but that is not how the world works."

"There are some things," Tanuja continued, "that don't need proof, they need belief."

"And how am I supposed to believe in something that there is no proof for?"

"That would be my field of expertise," replied a stranger from the next table. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and I hope you don't mind if I put in my two cents' worth." The group agreed to hear out the stranger.

"My name is Tumelo and I have been on a similar journey as you, sir. I too doubted until there was nothing left but doubt. Then I realized a great truth that only those who doubt everything can find, experience and know to be true; everything requires a bit of faith and/or belief to be real."

"Ah," Esprit chimed in, "I see you are among the believers in God."

"Only insofar as even the idea of any god requires faith and belief."

"Then you are of my kind," Manota interjected, "for to know that everything is in one's head requires the belief that it is so."

"I acknowledge that your belief requires belief, but I do not feel the truth of what you say."

"Then what are you trying to say," asked Tanuja, growing frustrated with the stranger.

"What I am trying to say," Tumelo smiled, "is that the only truth we can be sure of is that faith and belief run the world. It is the faith that there is a god. It is the belief that everything is in our heads. It is the belief, hope and faith that an experiment performed precisely the same way 100 times will return the same results every time. So I ascribe to the one truth of faith and belief, two words that have become somewhat tainted over the years because of their correlations with religions, but are, nevertheless, all powerful words that create our world, or worlds as the case may be."

Vadik's friends tried to argue with the stranger, but Vadik remained lost in thought. He asked the stranger "how did you come to this truth?"

"As I told you before, through doubting everything for so long and looking for something that was true."

"So your logic is tainted as well," Vadik replied. "You were looking for the truth, so you picked up on the first possible one you came across and stuck with it because you needed something to believe. So, you believe in belief."

"As do you," Tumelo nodded. "Otherwise you would have never had this conversation with your friends asking what was real. You too are looking for something real to believe in. Whatever that is, be it my truth or your friends', you too will believe it, have faith in it, and know it to be real."