Listen to me
A Thursday morn
Grey skies
Here come the rains
and as I sit here
I'm suddenly trembling
Because here come your dragons
The dragons have begun their dance
growling in a turmoiled land
This is no mere metaphor
I cannot stress this enough
oh my friend
oh my soul
oh my queen
oh my eve
oh great Mother of earth
oh great goddess of wisdom and war
hey
green eyes
tune down all knobs
and look inside
to your inner light
Lock and listen
you carry two dragons in your chest
each one the perfect opposite of the other
both beautiful
Both legendary
Both needed
both breathe and flow
both speak to me
and both are terribly powerful
the cage they live in
is the ribs
they sleep as if night
but when awakened
they lazily purr in your chest
flowing with one another
in circles of 8
both are beautiful
both flow fluidly
a perfect harmony of equal oppossites
so that one cannot exist without the other
one of them is the white womb of life and light
and the other is the destroyer of worlds
do not ignore either one of them
do not oppose either one of them
they both must exist
Just stand back when the dragons are dancing
because - listen:
the water - it’s rushing
the snowmelt from the mountain
And the river - it’s rising.
listen
to the inner swell
the rising to new levels
they’re emerging from their dungeon
with wisdom and scars
but
now they’re improv dancing
with healed broken wings
learning to fly
learning their dance
which to you sounds and feels like
wrestling and waring and fighting
a thundering sky
This is the feel,
this is the flow
of the Universe’s very own improv dance
stand back
away from the middle of the river
its due to the sun, that
these waters are rising -
these golden, glacial waters of light.
Its rays behind the mountain
flood the valley and wasteland below.
And as dragons leave their cave,
the snowmelt yawns and churns
trickling down
running down
rushing down
into the river below.
my soul
oh my soul
beware the waters
here come the rapids
they could drown you dead
over and over again,
repeating it for a thousand lifetimes,
under a sky of tossling dragons
LISTEN to me
take to the shoreline
the dragons are raging
tossling and turning
each one vying to be heard
and honored
and so they rage
None can stand here in these waters
while the dragons have their dance.
you’ll drown in the current,
and miss the whole performance
of the dancing twin dragons,
the greatest improve dance
of the Universe itself
hear me
breathe
LISTEN
the water isn't what harms you
nor the sun that caused the melt.
It’s the flooding that will.
Its the standing in the middle of it.
The sirens are ringing,
heralding the seriousness -
the dragons are starting their dance .
The floodwaters are coming.
And the only ark that will save you
is inside.
Let go
Let go love
The dragons must dance.
Isn't it beautiful?
When the waters rise
do not fear them.
only, mind them.
from the safe high ground
of your mat.
be still
look within
purr for yourself
watching mindfully
and see how the waters they rise.
In every story
you've ever told
across a million pages
and a million lifetimes
control
has been the cruel murderer.
The symbol a recurring villan
stabbing you with his fear
over and over again
in the dark of a dead black night.
There is nothing to do
There is nothing to solve
Just let go (like Burgs)
and fall
for NO one is strong enough
to either start
or stop
the dance of twin dragons
Here come the dragons
Their dance will never end
be present on the shoreline now;
just observe, and listen.
and Be.
That wind?
Their wings.
The flow of the broken-winged dragons
alive - and learning to fly again
stay steady
stay grounded
stay purring
and learn what improv dance can look like
when the Universe directs the stage
and when the Earth has finished all her sighing
and the waters of the river have receded
and the dragons have found their flow
high in the sky, under the light of a full sun
swirling and circling and flowing in flight,
as the wheel of time spins on and on
through endless cycles of the same,
perhaps this time
when I carry you to the river
after the river subsides
I'll look down into your eyes
and I’ll find you not dead - but breathing
and we’ll both we shocked and wondered
that we both are
alive
present
together
the same
but somehow
altogether different
than the last time -
the hidden 3rd-verse
of our very own themsong.
And should that be the music
playing on Universe’s jukebox,
and should we both be living,
then maybe that time -
- this time -
I can be the mysterious adorable mess
and insist that I simply MUST drive
with you
to come with me
on a golf cart.
through a wet wasteland with you
a glorious flooded garden ground
exhausted and realing from rush of the water
a great plain being tilled
freshly soaking from the river-seed.
Just so I’ll be the one
driving through the mudflats
sinking tires deep in ground
just so i can sit there
with you
under the sun
as dragons learn their dance
and perhaps
I’ll be the one at a loss for words,
confusing the hell out of you this time,
chocking on my tears and saying “just trust me”
and ask for your left hand.
We could sit together there a while
watching dragons dance
flowing, blowing, rushing, singing,
a gale force of winds, doubled -
broken wings now in full sync.
and maybe - just maybe-
when I carry you to the river this time
- just as I always do, over and over again -
maybe this time
I’ll look down in my arms
and find that your eyes are opened
alive and awake
and we'll look into each others eyes
like two kids on a golfcart
knowing what we've always known
but shocked that it was all actually true
because this time
we are here
alive
reborn
and not quite the same
as the last time.
and then
then
when the dragons start dancing
to final 3rd chorus
and their rage is a harmony
demanding life and light and truth in this valley
I’ll plunge there with you
and soak with you till sundown
in the bath of that great gold river,
its dazzle a sparkling aftermath
for a land deprived of dragons
hey
green eyes
listen to me now
take yourself from the river
while the dragons are dancing
Take to your mat now love
take to the high ground
to the ark inside -
the voice.
And Be.
♾
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