Dragon Awakened

I am the dragon awakened, the king of my life. But then what assaults me, but more pain, fear and strife.

For the challenge always grows, with the strength of the hero, like gravity pulling us from great heights, back down to zero.

What shall I do, run away and hide? Slip back into being that lost boy inside?

Sad and lonely, heart full of longing, adrift and confused, with no sense of belonging?

Or perhaps the good boy, good man, good student, good teacher, who gave his life up to the vision of the preacher?

Here he found a sense of who he might be, a place of belonging within this community.

Or was that a mirage, a sliver of truth? Was it merely a glimpse of what this young boy could do?

For who he is - who I am, is my journey to discover. My life is my adventure - my soul is mine to recover.

And so I stand up, stretch my new wings, reach to the sky, getting ready to spring.

Yes these wings may falter, I may yet tumble to the ground. For this dragon was lost, but now he is found.

Found deep within, chained and forgotten, trapped in the “neutral mind” and tied up in white cotton.
The mission was the chain, and the jailer the pain. Without his own flame, this dragon was tamed.

His childhood stolen, his mother broken, his father bowled over: the “master” had spoken.

But the wind has picked up and a new day is here, the walls have tumbled down and with them, some fear.

Sniffing the air, flexing its claws, this dragon is ready, despite its own flaws. For now its pain is its strength, its shadows its light, and this glorious creature, can now lift in flight!

I am the king of my life, the dragon awakened. Be warned, any who say I am mistaken.