Dragon Sense
I Am the living Dragon of Spirit.
The tip of My dragon tail is meditation,
still center, the place to start.
My broad back winds like a river:
path to follow through lifetimes,
path without goal: those who worry
about the end will never arrive.
The way is barred by paired gates:
fins, claws, wings, and fangs!
My skeleton bones support
the fragile fabric of the Real.
Enter My power place, My earth-face.
Enter through a genuine hole in the earth,
a place you know well.
Enter the cave of re-birthing;
return to the Mother;
enter the face of your fears.
Enter My ear: descend the spiral,
gleaming waxy like a shell,
to the elastic drum,
the dancing floor of rhythm,
beneath the delicate architrave of bones.
Find there the center of balance,
music, inner listening.
Enter My nostril;
push through swaying hairs;
smell the musk and the incense,
sweet-grass and sage.
Feel My warm oceanic breathing.
I Am the rhythmic One
who lends you breath.
The mandalas of My eyes confer blessing.
Enter the universe of My eye.
Enter through the black hole
pulsing in response to light,
expanding and contracting
like a cosmos giving birth.
Swim suspended in that viscous sea,
interface, medium,
between inner and outer vision.
Sit in delight within My third eye,
bathed in pearl blue crystal vision,
images of guidance playing.
Fearless, enter My sacred mouth:
teeth dazzling stalactites, stalagmites,
Wet and pink as sex, a womb,
My deep throat opens
to the fiery interior
of My dragon heart, the core,
a spiritual sun,
hidden in the entrails of earth.
My vibrant tongue itself
lies languid like a dragon,
sleeping voiceless.
Tongues of fire, sunspots:
flash, purify, do not destroy.
Tempered in My flame of peace,
now find your courage, strength and power.
Power resonates, harmony singing,
inside the vaulted cathedral of My jaws.
In cavernous sacred organs of senses,
experience cleansed perception.
Experience Dragon-Sense, My clarity.
Drink the joy of Being, refreshed.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018