Clouds stretch and fly,
    proclaiming heavens, replete
    with renewing breath of life,
Wafting shapes, prescient of patter-soft rain 
          showering the earth,
          newly garbed and globed
 with iridescent "dew of youth" 
The phoenix,
       a rare gem,
  descends to ashes in kenosis:
  life renewed in humble infancy.
                "Unless ye become like a little child..."  


As cloud's release renews the earth;
 as phoenix surrenders in humble embers--
          so we let go the past,
                            in tears and ashes,
 astir again with breath and fire,
 purified joy and cleansed desire.

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