The glory of battling dragons

Is not mine,

Neither the freedom of soaring eagles

Nor the peace of the solitary contemplative.

London, 2007

My single task  ...

the twelve-sided

five-faced

dodecahedron

of awareness

Which I retrieve

From the infernal swamp

of human ignorance.

 

London, 4.1.2009

May the skull of Death be my companion in wonder

As I seek the culmination of luminosity ...

Hail, Our Lady of Invisible Darkness,

Have Mercy on me ...

Melanie, Old Warden, 3.1.2014

 

 

 

In the barren landscape, our Scorp is alert
Stinging tail at the ready, sensing danger
From behind he hears cries of the dragon who is hurt
And killed by this armour clad stranger.

The desire to protect fills our Scorp full of fear
As he seeks safety in the cave, damp and dark
He has already hidden that which is dear
And he adds to these treasures his own heart.

The babe tenderly holds a skull close to his chest
The chalice overflows with love and light
In his heart our Scorp knows he has the tools to transcend
And to protect these to the death he will fight

Seeing the lone man, the serpent and the Phoenix above
Our Scorp invokes the power of alchemy
So with passion and strength he embraced that which he loved
And they rose magically up until they were free.

Olivia, 4.1.2014

 

 

 

Sharp sting

Pointed beak

Fly high

Digging deep

 

Swampy juices

Rotten ground

Risky searches

Thrillings found

 

Dare monsters

Strip the bones

Stay alive

…Solitude

 

Ursula D., London, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scorpio

 

 

When there are no more stories to tell,

 

We will sit down in this quiet space

 

And survey what's left in the wake of war.

 

 

The fighters will still battle in their sleep,

 

The priests will be powerless in defeat.

 

We will witness the worst of men.

 

 

But clear-eyed, we will go on looking.

 

No-one ever killed courage with a sword.

 

Our victory is simple: we saw, we endured.

 

 

Sophie Juneau, January 4th, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Contemplate the murky dark

 

Within the darkness there is light

 

Pierce my feeling places sharp

 

Let blood flow, carry and invite

 

Up every thing I need to know

 

Then watch the eagle taking flight.

 

Sunflower, West Sussex, 1.2.2015

 

 

 

The small timid eyes of the scorpion

Focus intently on the dodecahedron goal,

Determined not to let go

For this would be to lose everything.

 

Battles rage, filth and stench surround him

But the dragon will be slayed

And the eagle will soar

In the silent heart-mind

Of he who sits still,

Contemplating The One.

Melanie, Old Warden, 3.1.2016

 

The inner dragon slayed within

The fire of its soul

A ceaseless burning found therein

For some divinity

A full cup wasted yet one’s aglow

And overhead as snake is raised

Soars eagle toward its gold

                                                                                         Kim S., Phoenix, 2.1.2020

 

 

Snaking through wasteland

death to the dragon’s wing of fears

Earthbound suffering

in the golden flow of mud

the glimmer of light well hidden

The sage observes the trials of life

While the new-born

examines the one before.

 

Jacqueline, 4.1.2021, online