Fire Monkey

On Chinese New Year, wait, no it was another new Year, my there are so many nowadays, they come tumbling into the world, each in search of the universal truth, that this is a time to cleanse yourself, your life, of old ways, old happenings.
Be renewed each New Year begs. Come, gather around the rising sun, open your arms to the cleansing cycle of life, take this opportunity to be reborn, like the unfurling of a fern frond, like the unravelling of a marigold bud for tea, we are this moment reawaken.
We stand together as the sea washes the beach, all completely beside ourselves, within, with out memory, an infant of possibilities in this new moment, this new life.
So the acorn falls to the soil, so the leaf caresses the air and water feeds the soul, so I walk in this moment of this New Year of the Fire Monkey, and my tail swings desiring the acrobatics of joyful life.
Will you come with me little monkey? Will you too swing through this forest in search of golden sunlight and dancing peacocks?