Sonnet
She wakes the Phoenix in our prison dreams
And wraps us in her all-embracing care
To lift us up and over buried streams
That lock us in our dungeon of despair.
She sheds our chains as Serpent skins unwound
In labyrinths; and there uncoils our maze
To open hearts to wholeness—lost—refound:
The bite of spring that heals our winter days.
The Centaur spurs the body-mind to know
The laughing songs that light the dance of Dao,
Releasing breaths outstretched, beyond they flow
To ever-present and unbounded Now
Where many seek to go, desiring truly,
But few are graced to find; those few found Julie.
—TOMIS #00137916
12-28-06
