"Peace" of Thought

Who is the Dragon? "The brave men did not slay the dragons, the brave men rode them." This is one of my favorite quotes.  It is simple and most people don't give it a second thought. A wonderful empowering picture of riding a dragon in one's imagination....fun right?   The words however imply immediate contrast between all of the interpretive qualities of fierceness, courage and challenge.  It speaks to the greatest triumph of bravely facing our most critical fears, embracing them and letting them participate as a part of you. It connects that which controls our inner selves, and turns the world into harmony and balance.  And - yet there are alternate wordings producing harsh pictures.  Similar quotes that glorify a viscous and cruel ending where the dragons are slain and we are teased into believing in our own power. "The brave men w...

Ready Wisely her soldier Leaves her soul Inside her chest, Alone. Dangerously her guardian Leaves her gold Inside her mind, Scared. Tirelessly her teacher Leaves her sparkle Inside her lesson, Ready. Sadly her lover Stays with her effort Inside her courage, Hope. CNK

On Purple's Cloud Wish was weary. She stayed too long. She blew away In a sad, sweet song. Dream was deadly. He crept each night. He never knew Her deadly fight. Thought stayed thinking. Her mind was loud, Like yellow flames On purple's cloud. Hope hung heavy. He stayed and wept. For all life was And will be kept. CNK

Life Baskets The young carry finite baskets And we throw them precious pride That cement their mind with colours, and Bright stones that never hide. The same baskets held by mothers Grow heavier in time With pebbles on the pathways And rainbows in their prime. And when fathers come the grandest, Their baskets weigh them down, And they settle for the whitest sands To receive the long sought crown. With wisdom and with mercy, They seek but one more thing, And search for crumbs of meaning That souls say will make them sing. And if it's found - there is laughter And if its not there are holes. So they're filled with single moments That resonate in their souls. And resonance lets them wonder, As white hairs grace their face, Perhaps these treasured baskets Will be filled in another place. CNK

A Dragon's Vision Without memory of vivid dreams, he soared just beneath the hovering vapor of charged greys and felt the moisture tease his trailing tail. His glossy large wings carried him effortlessly in search of the dreams he was told he had missed.  At this height, his eyes were perfectly focused on every leaf that fluttered in the forests below and he breathed in a heavy rainfall scent throughout the gradual decent towards the spoken ideal.  They said his lack of dreamy sleep kept his breath burning with fire and his soul a slushy mix of icy cold oceans.  He imagined the dream that might guide a purpose that they felt was best for a dragon. For the dragon that carried this seemingly aimless existence caused fear in the eyes of others. The earth was scared and the mountains shuttered with the unknown. This response was typical. His decent was slow and he peered into every move...

Brilliance Synchronicity resulting in wonder Carries overflow into the perimeter Of everyday breaths Drawing saturated whispers That blow further than far. Negative charges in the haze Hanging red light that startle and summon Gazes from curious minds Claiming energy that is suffering to connect With the universe colliding inside. CNK

Hope Always Hope walked in and handed me a shovel. But the hole I dug was too small. Hope returned with a fantastic bouquet of lilacs. But my red swollen eyes welted with tears. Hope slipped pure honey in my tea. But it was steaming and too hot to sip. Hope slid into my room on each sunbeam. But there were still dark shadows on my bed. Hope jumped into my glass of red wine. But my dulled mind spilled it all over. Hope wiped my 3am tears. But the flood was too heavy and strong. Hope wrapped its warm arms around. But it was tight and wouldn't let go. Hope seeped into my broken soul. But it kept giving and didn't give up. Hope hugged with a slow, loving tune. But it danced with surprise in my blood. Hope won and pursued in my thoughts. But it started spiraling in its own intent. Hope grew and gifted forever. AND, it grew wings for all that I kn...

Remembering Did she remember that first incredible moment, that she realized she was here. Not there, but here like your thoughts. Did she remember that first curious minute, that she saw her green naked self? Natural like screaming white waters. Did she remember her first awareness of position, and that chance played an unforgiving role? With the souls, the spaces and lands. Did she remember the first place of decisions, that power or lack thereof? Crazy with survival and status. Did she remember she lived not as one, but as a community with tiny weaved vessels? Bloods rooting deeper through rocks. Did she remember the first reason that sent her, existing for all of experience? Absorbing the lights and the dark. Did she remember that earths souls collected, will blend energy together as one? Sparkling, vibrating, flowing. Did she remember that life is just that. Just that. Just life. Choice giving ...

Healing There is a deep and distant whisper causing an uncertain feel, a sad and slightly lonely, growing sense of shrinking away.  Away from the light and shrinking from the energy that keeps me sheltered and warm.  Warm with the softest strong arms that have continuously held tight. Tight and then somewhat decisively, slowly releases each second, every minute, ever so slightly, every night and after every long day.  Days that the warm flames of energy then begins to display increasing exhaustion. Exhaustion as it reluctantly begins to pull away and becomes quiet and cool from fatigue. Fatigue from always holding. Holding the bodies of the cold that emit sadness and dark. Darkness that creeps and spreads infecting the higher energy if it remains too long. Long difficult struggles for each, are now a creeping reality. Reality continue...