The price of freedom smiles at your power tie


The price of freedom smiles at your power tie
at the half built houses you call salvation
13 hungry monkeys won’t stop haunting me.
driven to the brink of extinction
then finally
let free.
to taste the inevitable death
of us
to seize the reigns of realization
and thrust my invisible momentary manhood
into a stream of uncertain glances
to cry freely
as dark green streams, winding their way
from his highest peaks
to her deepest depths
this is remembering
this takes direct experience
the only way to liberation
the only way to say yes, or no
to a vessel that constantly questions.
in places of light
we roam, shadows remind from where we’ve come
your eyes last forever,
those houses will fall.
He’s got an Iron Horse
and a puppy
on a leash, “sit, sit”
he pushes on his backside
to gain compliance.
this dark green rectangular shape is your body
the extra large wingless mosquitos are your thoughts
look how they dance
look at the way you fidget
in an idea
that your time is wasted
look at how many branches create
the contrasting tendrils
at the brink of your focusing vision.
my heart
is a capsizing ship.
but fear is thwarted
as i shape shift into a submarine.
I can see everything through my pera-scope
it’s night and day
out there
but it remains constantly
in-between down hear
i cannot tell the difference between
breakfast and dinner.
am i eating sauerkraut or straw soaked in horse urine?
my tears are filtered through black
plastic eyelashes
in order not to poison the 12 spiders
who have become my immediate family.
I smile at the thought of closure, but know
my thoughts will never end.
there are no periods at the end
of this, life sentence.
no time markers delineating
a mind, whos breadth breeds
the markers within each split second
within each eternal tick of elevating consciousness.
you shout “YOUR CIRCULAR SWIRLING REASONING IS BINDING MY REASON FOR BEING!”
I’m supposed to do stuff, you know, get bigger and stronger,
make things for other people to get bigger and stronger with.
how can i rest in a pond who’s blackness frightens me to death.
or is my point becoming dulled by my own lack of faith in a historical attempt
to create a futile existence.
breathing in…
breathing out…
what happens in-between is this
eyes meeting to create an enormous monkey the size of skyscrapers sculpted from violet candle wax. we inject our hard needle like wicks into every inch of his shining skin then light, as stars begin to shimmer and darkening blue sky becomes black. the masses gather, joining hands, flicker flame lights reflect in a billion crying eyes. your heart flashes red and black like the hand warning of the danger of heavy metal speeding imminent death.
blinking
smiling.
THESE
are the lights marking passages
in and out of the tube like channels
of our reality
reminders
as homeless bearded men smile.
in times of tragedy
you hold me
like my mother used to do
in infancy
cradling away my fear
like rain to filth
on your living body.
my responses are instantaneous
and as fleeting as the four pigeons
that dive out of sight.
these words are not boundaries
our hearts are cactuses,
prickly
filled with water, longing for water,
yet surviving on what we already have,
your eyes are like olives
tasty
and sometimes dirty.

dragonblue


tongue tied turnings
churn the insides
piling high to topple and wallow
stair steps crawled upon
slipping
grasping
to catch
to find isolated incongruence
where feathers ruffle
and break
an open entry
to renewal
a testimonial of peasantry
a diary entry
scrawled in small bleeding fingers
proof that i’m
a live
alive
trying
extending
sun pulling
moon pulsing
tasting comfort
in exasperated
life force
RE-instating
the vast vessel
of I
triumph wiggles
through the mud
and smiles

An Anishnabe Legend




Many, many years ago when the world was new, there was a beautiful river. Fish in great numbers lived in this river, and its water was so pure and sweet that all the animals came there to drink.
A giant moose heard about the river and he too came there to drink. But he was so big, and he drank so much, that soon the water began to sink lower and lower.
The beavers were worried. The water around their lodges was disappearing. Soon their homes would be destroyed.
The muskrats were worried, too. What would they do if the water vanished? How could they live?
The fish were very worried. The other animals could live on land if the water dried up, but they couldn’t.
All the animals tried to think of a way to drive the moose from the river, but he was so big that they were too afraid to try. Even the bear was afraid of him.
At last the fly said he would try to drive the moose away. All the animals laughed and jeered. How could a tiny fly frighten a giant moose? The fly said nothing, but that day, as soon as the moose appeared, he went into action.
He landed on the moose’s foreleg and bit sharply. The moose stamped his foot harder, and each time he stamped, the ground sank and the water rushed in to fill it up. Then the fly jumped about all over the moose, biting and biting and biting until the moose was in a frenzy. He dashed madly about the banks of the river, shaking his head, stamping his feet, snorting and blowing, but he couldn’t get rid of that pesky fly. At last the moose fled from the river, and didn’t come back.
The fly was very proud of his achievement, and boasted to the other animals.
“Even the small can fight the strong if they use their brains to think.”

YELLOW DUCKS ::: OLIVES ::: SHANGHAI


antes

durante

despues
GET YOUR FIVE BUCK DUCK NOW!! (includes a big black carters non toxic marker)
Turn it in by Feb 6 for the yellow show.
I harvested a bunch of olives from this tree in my neighborhood this year and cured them. This is the process of jarring them for marination. They’re a little on the bitter side. I think I should have used more salt during the curing process. Ah well, next year. Look for dragonboy olives in a store near you!



this is a picture my friend Ryan took in Shanghai. Pretty amazing.
see more of his photos @ his website idioimagers

laylah


to clutch the reigns of Nocturns eternal attributes
she rises, weilding white stormy steads to reclaim the perfect and calming nature of her presence.
does not each one deserve the peace of her chrimson repreave?
does not the light that animates the whites of their eyes give proof?
each one tearing at the veil of their own lotus bud skin
longing to blossom and live a thousand lives
only to return to the muddy muck of her jungle floor
to burrow deep into steamy chambers
we wallow and clutch the dripping hearts of the underworld
tasting the remnants of what will be tomorrows festival prize
these tears of hers holding the balance
conjuring the black and white chalice
to drink and nearly choke
on this liquid truth
to spell the word love
with whispers beyond a canvas
this is the gift of Hierophant’s longings
this is the lush internal workings
of Horace’s vision
scribing on the insides of your eyelids
you kiss
and
remember
to
L I S T E N

AND THE WALLS COME DOWN +poem, piks & link

So Last weekend found the dragon in a cleansing and clearing all around. A 3 day master cleanse of the body and 3 days of MAJOR clearing work on the art temple. The dividing walls were torn down, electrical relocations manicurings etc, thanks to Katy who helped out. Come see the difference a gone wall makes.
I N L O V E A L W A Y S …dragon…

before

during1

during2

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after

dakinis & dragons 4EVA!
A MUST LISTEN FOR LIGHTWORKERS::: Dr.Megs energetic insights
words from the ever yummy soul intoxiating inner-linquist J A D E
and the lining
is seemed with oodles of multicolored thread
billowing out
around the corners
white
feathers and linen
hanging on a steel rod
in the midst
of open field
green.grassy.
children off in the peripherals
cart wheeling
through the ever passing seconds
unaware
blissfully unaware
beautifully unaware
itching all over
sticky fingers and watery eyes
drenched
with sun beams
of scorching summer sky
warm soil
smothering the expanse
happily
housing millions of
little happies
unsure
of the trickling mist
and murmur
of tractor like resonations
treating each blade
with deliverance
beautiful deliverance
and momentarily
we may
just may
take a breath
for once
stopping
and hesitating
jovially inhaling
the whispers
off many years passed
intoxicating
our delicate lungs
with immeasurable spores of bewilderment
floating along
in the current
of
the incarcerating wind

Global Prayer Tuesday Jan 8 at the Art Temple


Global Prayer Project
Prayer, Meditation & Discussion
with James & Salle Redfield
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Tuesday, January 8
5-6 pm (at the Dragonboy Art Temple, 1004 Normal Ave)
Accessible via Live Teleconference & Webcast
This week’s prayer visualization
Special focus on Kenya, where violence after the December 30 elections is still widespread. We’ll send a wave of prayer to help ease tensions among warring factions, as well as to comfort fearful residents. We’ll also focus on resolving violence is other areas of conflict around the world.
Follow-up discussion
Want to increase synchronistic events in your life? One way is to remember who you are and what you want as you go trough your day.
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Our twice-monthly gatherings have been making a powerful difference, both in people’s individual lives and the world at large. Many of you have written us saying that the energy generated from this network of spiritually-minded participants is “indescribable,” and we look forward to continuing this healing circle of focused prayer. Like all prayer experience devoted to helping others, many participants have felt the results in their own bodies and received guidance for their own lives.
Research tells us that the more people praying together, the more powerful the prayer and the greater the level of energy felt by the participants. We invite you to join the largest regular prayer network in the world. If you would like to take an active role in maintaining a circle of positive intention across the globe, while going deeper and heightening your own spirituality, join us on Tuesday, January 8.
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