of He who felt His was the glory.
With wings of gold and breath of fire,
He sought to quench every desire.
His wings aloft, He flew up high,
for all to see Him in the sky.
And though He glided, swept, and soared,
the others didn't look above.
They rushed and worried about petty things,
such trifles as "to lose or win".
"What's wrong with them, could they be blind?
They only need to leave behind
their grip on what's so clearly junk,
and so soon would they escape their funk.
If they but knew that they could fly,
would they not join me in the sky?"
"To cure your ills, just look at Me,
notice My glory and then you'll see
your little worries need not fray
your spirit year after year away."
Trying again, this time He roared,
a thunderous cry that shook the floor.
The others heard, and some were stunned,
others applauded, others shunned.
But no one, He saw, understood
the message that He thought they should:
the golden wings and breath of fire
were theirs to wield if they just aimed higher.
So around the world He flew
searching for someone else that knew
the same core insight He felt His,
and seeing Him, would say "Yes! The Truth is This!"
What He really sought was recognition,
He craved others to see His Own fruition.
But no matter how many others claimed His praise,
none cured the hollow pain in his blaze.
His puzzling failure dragged him down
To the cave where shame and dark abound.
his gold scales tarnished, his fire diffused,
his great wings weakened from lack of use.
As time went on, he no more dared
to truly from his center share.
his truth was real, but no one saw
the essence that should make them awe.
So dragon shriveled, then forgot
his nature was not of earthly lot.
his steps turned heavy with gathered mire
and became a slave of his desires.
Oblivious, soon down there he walked
amidst the muddled, weary lot.
In fog of fear and leashed with shame,
he now looked down with no true aim.
And yet his fire stayed alive
just waiting to be let outside.
Every so often, it burned bright
to test whether the time was ripe.
As bright it burned, so sharp the shame
snarled and spit it out as blame.
he cried with anguish and regret
of the day he let himself forget.
And yet this pain was a reminder:
beyond it must lay something kinder.
But no seeing nor praise had cured his crave.
By which technique could he be saved?
And as he felt, and thought, and pondered,
sometimes he'd feel a flash of wonder.
Something that knew that all was right,
that each step was graced with delight.
He poked and prodded at his core,
enough to pierce a little bore.
And when he peeked, careful and keen,
the emptiness finally felt seen.
A stream of energy rushed through
from his own mind to this space anew.
And then the realization came:
twas but himself for which he yearned.
Twas not the others who could provide
what can only come from inside.
Our selves we first must love and meet,
then can we share ourselves complete.
And one by one, each truth then dawned
as his fire woke up and yawned
a licking flame to test the ground
where it awoke when it was found.
His wings, so long curled up and stored
rose and extended more and more.
And day by day, apace he woke,
to find a world covered in smoke.
In fog of fear and smoke of rush,
he saw dreams shattered and purpose crushed.
Same as him, others craved too
for other eyes to see their truth.
Once on that path, he understands,
the path to Self must be self-danced.
Each step and fall can help us learn
if we attend and strive to discern.
And now awake, astride, afire,
he sees it's needless to admire.
Our gifts and skills are best applied
to treat each other with love and kind.
Let all of us receive the light
that will show us our real might.
No oracle to guide the way
except within, which always stays.
And in the others' wandering eyes,
remember that past their disguise
the life within burns just the same,
they feel its love and joy and pain.
Let us practice the art of care,
by looking in deep as we dare
to know ourselves to the very core,
that center whence all life explores.
Seeing life here, we see life there.
It's suddenly just everywhere.
And if the rules of love we apply,
soon will we all together fly.
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