Dragon's Kiss

painting by maxime roy

Dragon’s Kiss

“There are more things in heaven and earth,

Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

--Hamlet, Act 1, Scene V.

I once glimpsed momentarily beyond 

the curtain, piercing the veil

as I reclined in meditation,

seeing the orange pennants waving

frantically in the stiff shifting breezes,

bucking aslant to a sea of yellow towers,

a garden of golden minarets, extending

to the now horizon under two moons

and a leprechaun-green sun, perched

peacefully in a perfect pale azure sky,

at a place where my real face shined

featureless and iridescent, where every

particle of truth resided within me,

where a rainbow was worn both

as skin and cloak, before becoming

aware of the soft arrival of a silent

billowing gray-white cloud, seen

first easing out through shiny silver bars

in multiple high windows fifty feet above me,

purposefully positioning itself in a hover

directly over me

as it suddenly erupted with twin bolts

of Kundalini embrace, healing white light

transfered in loving white lightning,

like being frozen 

in a Kansas thunder storm

with the sound turned off, 

twin metaphysical heart paddles

that salvaged, reconnected, invigorated

followed immediately by new awareness

of a translucent figure standing alongside me,

looking like a glass sculpture of the Silver Surfer;

perhaps my Higher Self that had been ready

to abandon the sad broken hulk,

the dysfunctional mechanism

I had become, only reconsidering

following the psychic blister left

in the air by the white dragon’s hot kiss,

grasping both my wrists as it swung

itself directly in front of me,

pausing for a long moment,

gathering its chi 

as it’s shimmering grace

spoke to what was left 

of my psychic passenger,

just as it thrust itself

directly at my chest, disappearing

down the rabbit hole of my innards,

recharging & reinventing my resolve,

putting old Dumpty back together again,

slamming shut the portal to the other side,

denying me passage, activating 

the second act of my life,

extending my tour, 

renewing my contract, but

leaving me astride a steed of pain

as I had to acknowledge

that those lessons unlearned

beckoned benevolently. 

Glenn Buttkus

December 2012

Posted over on dVerse Poets-Poetics

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