When they come to the temple,
they are but broken warriors,
seeking redemption
in Tao play.
They enter the temple gates
out of the shadows of their lives
in the light of the sun
rising on the horizon.
They are vessels receiving and
giving sustenance from the ball of life that
lifts them out of their birth place and
roots them to solid ground.
Taking their positions,
they center in Wuji,
spread and cool the white crane’s wings, and
grasp the sparrow’s tail.
They take to quarrels
with monkeys and prevail,
warding off their fears and sending them
flying with swords and fans.
They find the balance
in all Forms, which,
when done to perfection,
will make them immortal.
Rev. 10/7/2019 from an earlier version on WordPress in June 2017.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver,blog
Art Doll: Inessa Morelock
Yin/Yang Image: Lisa Ryan
