Begin again
to weave the labyrinth,
spun a hundred-thousand times and more,
season to season,
begun in the dark-bound ice
of midwinter’s turning.
But instead
of quiet blindness
and the endless trudging of false pride,
Begin inside,
Reach down the murky, muddled swells
Of dreams and memories and questions.
Take nothing but curiosity
in search of more
than ideals that quickly rust in rain
like shattered swords.

Begin again
To weave the labyrinth,
Gather together
the tatters of broken darkness.
When the sparking flame
Of midwinter’s depth returns,
illuminate the rhythm of daydreams,
Show all realities that lie inside.
Then pace from uncertainty into sureness,
Reach upward, unfurl the dance
Woven into the highland meadow
for another hundred-thousand times and more…
Grasp hold…
Do not let go…
of that elusive thread called peace.



"Elusive Thread" first appeared in "Faces of the Goddess" Issue 36.