As for dragons... Merry believes they are singing creatures. I can't say I agree with that. As far as I'm concerned they're big lizards with wings, and lizards, as you well know, don't sing.
Oh, there you are Zie. I've been looking everywhere for you.
You have? - Zie looks genuinely surprised. I er... I thought you're telepathic Merry? Surely you can find me whenever you want to.
The glint in Merry's eye raises the suspicion that perhaps he's not being entirely honest.
Oh, it's a bad day for telepathy today. My powers are at a low ebb. What was that about dragons you were saying Zie?
Oh... nothing, really. I was talking to my online community - you know I have several thousand followers on youtube.
Ah, congratulations Zie. I'm glad you're achieving fame and recognition. It looks like you'll have defeated the New World Order, the arcons and Ted Langley's One World Government before too long... Merry smiles archly.
Do you think so? I'm certainly doing my best, but to be honest everything seems to be happening synchronistically, under its own momentum. I personally think g-nome portal is the key factor in all this.
You do?
Well yes. It seems to be able to tune into the collective consciousness of humanity at large on our planet. It's helping people to remember their dreams - quite literally. It's helping people to remember their multi-dimensionality. The gnomiki are doing sterling work!
They are indeed, but I feel you're overlooking the real hero.
Oh?! - Zie flushes pink. Like so many of us he's not immune to vestigial vanity.
But I'm not referring to any single individual...
Oh? Who then?
The real hero is without doubt the one within each of us - the one who is ready to stand up and be counted - who's ready to act in spite of being afraid, who is ready to blow the whistle, to overcome generations of prejudice and programming to start seeing the wood from the trees, and to re-release from captivity into the wild the delicate bird of freedom, the dragon whose delicate song sings of joy and magic, carried aloft on the fluttering wings of poesy.
Wings of poesy? - don't go too far Merry. No one's really interested in poetry these days.
Poesy, I said "poesy", not poetry.
Er... what's the difference?
You have to sing it, dance it and feel it to know it. If you do, then you'll know what I'm talking about, and there's a good chance you'll meet a dragon out there, or hear its song.
But really Merry - dragons don't sing. They're just oversized lizards.
Yes, that's true, until they're not.
Not?
Until your prosaic world rediscovers the magic concealed within - in every raindrop, sunray, every little bug - wherever you turn. You can't miss it once you find it. It's all around.
Yes, I'm well aware that there's magik all around... Zie sanctimonifies.
Good, then come and meet the dragon.
But I... suddenly, Zie to his own surprise starts trembling at the knees, his mouth dry, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow.
There's an ancient fear - don't worry Zie, it's normal. This goes back millennia. The fear... it's like a wave - don't fight it - you cannot win - do not fear it either, simply let it be - it'll wash through you in no time.
Zie is almost paralysed, though he listens to Merry. He really has no idea what's caused this huge allergic reaction.
You see, the dragon comes from "other".
Other? - Zie barely croaks.
The other side of consciousness. Time-space you might call it - as opposed to our space-time, but there's no need to label it - the adjective "other" will suffice.
Merry lies Zie down on the ground and starts massaging his shoulders and back, bringing him back to his senses, smoothing his breathing too.
So meeting a dragon - Merry continues - involves shifting into the other side of our reality - which is why you had a seemingly anaphylactic allergic reaction. But you're ready, in fact, Zie.
How do you know I'm ready? Zie groans, trembling up and down his spine.
Oh dragon, your dragon, said so.
At this point Zie almost loses consciousness, so Merry covers him with a blanket and starts playing on a pipe. The melody is soft and haunting, then becomes increasingly playful and jovial. Suddenly, to Zie's own surprise he's on his feet and dancing. Dancing! Can you believe it - when a moment or two ago he was nearly paralysed with bodily fear.
Welcome to poesy! Zie hears a warm, warm, gentle, gentle, magical, magical voice.
The music continues and now a voice, the same voice starts singing an accompaniment to Merry's tune. Zie's a little confused for two reasons - firstly he can't see who's singing though he can hear the voice nearby. And secondly, because he's aware the words are in a foreign tongue, yet he understands perfectly the words of the song. It's like one of the songs in the Hobbit or the Lord of the Rings... with dwarfs and elves and adventures in far-off lands.
Zie continues - dancing - dancing - dancing, feeling lighter - lighter - lighter... He wants to ask Merry who's the person singing but he can't. He's too absorbed by the dancing, and now what-is-more he's also strangely aware that he's no longer dancing on the ground - that he seems to be up in the air - or the ground seems to have risen up under his feet, lifting him to a higher vantage point - at which point...
At which point you suddenly see who's singing - says the huge, beautiful dragon, gazing into Zie's eyes with an expression of deep, deep, soulful love.
And instead of screaming, Zie's eyes fill with tears and he throws his arms around the face of the dragon, like he's finally found his father and mother rolled into one, sobbing his heart out with... is it joy or pain - I can hardly say.
So let's allow them some time together in peace, and find out for once and for all if you too are ready to step into poesy, to have an encounter of your own with dragony dragon...
Oh, there you are Zie. I've been looking everywhere for you.
You have? - Zie looks genuinely surprised. I er... I thought you're telepathic Merry? Surely you can find me whenever you want to.
The glint in Merry's eye raises the suspicion that perhaps he's not being entirely honest.
Oh, it's a bad day for telepathy today. My powers are at a low ebb. What was that about dragons you were saying Zie?
Oh... nothing, really. I was talking to my online community - you know I have several thousand followers on youtube.
Ah, congratulations Zie. I'm glad you're achieving fame and recognition. It looks like you'll have defeated the New World Order, the arcons and Ted Langley's One World Government before too long... Merry smiles archly.
Do you think so? I'm certainly doing my best, but to be honest everything seems to be happening synchronistically, under its own momentum. I personally think g-nome portal is the key factor in all this.
You do?
Well yes. It seems to be able to tune into the collective consciousness of humanity at large on our planet. It's helping people to remember their dreams - quite literally. It's helping people to remember their multi-dimensionality. The gnomiki are doing sterling work!
They are indeed, but I feel you're overlooking the real hero.
Oh?! - Zie flushes pink. Like so many of us he's not immune to vestigial vanity.
But I'm not referring to any single individual...
Oh? Who then?
The real hero is without doubt the one within each of us - the one who is ready to stand up and be counted - who's ready to act in spite of being afraid, who is ready to blow the whistle, to overcome generations of prejudice and programming to start seeing the wood from the trees, and to re-release from captivity into the wild the delicate bird of freedom, the dragon whose delicate song sings of joy and magic, carried aloft on the fluttering wings of poesy.
Wings of poesy? - don't go too far Merry. No one's really interested in poetry these days.
Poesy, I said "poesy", not poetry.
Er... what's the difference?
You have to sing it, dance it and feel it to know it. If you do, then you'll know what I'm talking about, and there's a good chance you'll meet a dragon out there, or hear its song.
But really Merry - dragons don't sing. They're just oversized lizards.
Yes, that's true, until they're not.
Not?
Until your prosaic world rediscovers the magic concealed within - in every raindrop, sunray, every little bug - wherever you turn. You can't miss it once you find it. It's all around.
Yes, I'm well aware that there's magik all around... Zie sanctimonifies.
Good, then come and meet the dragon.
But I... suddenly, Zie to his own surprise starts trembling at the knees, his mouth dry, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow.
There's an ancient fear - don't worry Zie, it's normal. This goes back millennia. The fear... it's like a wave - don't fight it - you cannot win - do not fear it either, simply let it be - it'll wash through you in no time.
Zie is almost paralysed, though he listens to Merry. He really has no idea what's caused this huge allergic reaction.
You see, the dragon comes from "other".
Other? - Zie barely croaks.
The other side of consciousness. Time-space you might call it - as opposed to our space-time, but there's no need to label it - the adjective "other" will suffice.
Merry lies Zie down on the ground and starts massaging his shoulders and back, bringing him back to his senses, smoothing his breathing too.
So meeting a dragon - Merry continues - involves shifting into the other side of our reality - which is why you had a seemingly anaphylactic allergic reaction. But you're ready, in fact, Zie.
How do you know I'm ready? Zie groans, trembling up and down his spine.
Oh dragon, your dragon, said so.
At this point Zie almost loses consciousness, so Merry covers him with a blanket and starts playing on a pipe. The melody is soft and haunting, then becomes increasingly playful and jovial. Suddenly, to Zie's own surprise he's on his feet and dancing. Dancing! Can you believe it - when a moment or two ago he was nearly paralysed with bodily fear.
Welcome to poesy! Zie hears a warm, warm, gentle, gentle, magical, magical voice.
The music continues and now a voice, the same voice starts singing an accompaniment to Merry's tune. Zie's a little confused for two reasons - firstly he can't see who's singing though he can hear the voice nearby. And secondly, because he's aware the words are in a foreign tongue, yet he understands perfectly the words of the song. It's like one of the songs in the Hobbit or the Lord of the Rings... with dwarfs and elves and adventures in far-off lands.
Zie continues - dancing - dancing - dancing, feeling lighter - lighter - lighter... He wants to ask Merry who's the person singing but he can't. He's too absorbed by the dancing, and now what-is-more he's also strangely aware that he's no longer dancing on the ground - that he seems to be up in the air - or the ground seems to have risen up under his feet, lifting him to a higher vantage point - at which point...
At which point you suddenly see who's singing - says the huge, beautiful dragon, gazing into Zie's eyes with an expression of deep, deep, soulful love.
And instead of screaming, Zie's eyes fill with tears and he throws his arms around the face of the dragon, like he's finally found his father and mother rolled into one, sobbing his heart out with... is it joy or pain - I can hardly say.
So let's allow them some time together in peace, and find out for once and for all if you too are ready to step into poesy, to have an encounter of your own with dragony dragon...
The dragon
A
dragon was flying and singing a song,
For
dragons love singing, you may think I’m wrong,
But
you’ll have to believe me. Although it seems strange
That
a fire breathing creature can sing, I’ll arrange
A
tour of the places where dragons are found
And
you’ll hear for yourself their unusual sound,
The
flapping of wings and the snorting of fire,
The
puffing of smoke as dragon climbs higher,
But
there in the midst of this noise, I’m no liar,
You’ll
notice the magical song of the flier,
Which
keeps it afloat in the sky, you’ll admire
Its
soft haunting notes, the elegant rhyme
Of
its words, which though foreign, you’ll understand fine,
For
all of us humans have dragon inside,
You’ll
feel that you too can leap into the sky.
If
you learn how to sing like a dragon you’ll fly.
A
dragon was flying and singing a song,
You’ve
heard this already, it’s time to move on,
When
there in the distance it spied a brave knight
Riding
up on a horse, desiring a fight.
Poor
dragon, it had such a terrible fright,
For
this one was peaceful, it couldn’t stand fighting,
It
only did battle with thunder and lightening,
So
dragon, our dragon, its name can’t be said,
Was
huffing and puffing and scratching its head
When
up flew an arrow which dented its wing in
And
dragon fell downwards, for dragon stopped singing.
It
landed and checked that its wing wasn’t broken,
Then
turned to the knight, and magic was spoken,
The
deepest of words, which all creatures know,
Which
come from the heart when the heart is aglow,
“Knight
you would kill me. I’ve done you no harm.
This
game is unworthy. Dismount and disarm.”
The
knight felt ashamed. He obeyed the instructions,
His
sword and his armour met fiery destruction
When
dragon breathed on them the whitest of flames,
Then
turned to the knight with its dragony gaze.
Though
fearing the worst, the knight was amazed
For
there in the eyes of the dragon was laughter,
The
bright smile of friendship, not death or disaster,
And
that’s when knight knew that his life would be spent
In
pursuit of the wisdom he saw in this friend,
In
learning the secrets of dragons and men,
How
though we are different we share one beginning,
How
life is for living, not hating and killing,
How
losing his fight with the dragon meant winning.
The
knight though defeated turned into a wizard,
And
dragon transformed itself into a lizard,
For
lizards can hide themselves under a stone,
But
that’s where this ends, and begins the next poem.
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