They take me away and I am present in body only
My mind is out in my imagination chasing them
The ancestors of this ancient culture from where my magic comes
A line of healers and philosophers, artists and craftsmen, gardeners and tenders of the earth
One with all creatures of the earth
Knowing our beginnings all come from the same source whatever name one may prescribe
There was magic and whomever may wish to be argumentative with the way, magic is unexplainable
Feeling the chill of the breeze in the midst of listening to a bird’s song is the sound of the palm trees blowing in cool air to calm my fire
Easing my mind and focusing on my breathing
Entering the darkness and silence as my thoughts come in to focus
Greeting the man and other nameless faces that appear
I am never alone, all I need to do is sit in silence with my eyes closed and someone will come in to focus
But they do not usually speak
Only once has one ever spoken, he gave me a box of light and he said it was mine, I always had it
Questions are never answered when I ask or I should say, words are never used to answer me and answers are not immediately given
There are things I just know and remember as I practice
But I am seeking reassurance
I am questioning myself
Chasing dragons
They hold the answers
To seek them is to practice sitting and call them with silence
If you meet one then you will know, you will understand and your dreams will never be the same
There will never be the reassurance I want because I am blocked to receive the praise
Doubt and fear still haunt me
So I chase dragons
I seek to dream and believe that it is real
My shadow is walking in reality as I live
We, shadow and light, are awake in me
Light and shadow balanced in yin yang harmony for a breath
My wings spread as I inhale and release as I exhale to sit up and open my wings to their full expanse
Flapping to lift me, leaving my body
Seeing myself sitting but I am empty
Floating above myself with my wings ready to fly free I am gone…
Living in my imagination and chasing dragons