The Dragons

Listening to the wisdom of her great great grandmother__Sleeping Beauty__she began closing down

Those times when a big change was coming or

when she had given away too much of herself or

the darkness and the silence was the only way out

she would listen to this teaching that ran deep inside her veins.

This was one of those times, so she went to sleep as did her dragons, the castle shut down while the thorniest of rose bushes covered it all up.

But then suddenly a knight showed up calling: I'm here to slay the dragons said he

She opened her eyes...The dragons stirred

She thought the time for such deepening between them had passed, they had moved on

But the knight insisted... he wanted all of the dragons, said that he will leave none behind not even a drop of their blood

This was a sacred call to be attended to so she got up....the dragons hissed and prepared

But he didn't come
Still he didn't come

Maybe he had been swept away by the flood__or his fire had dimmed and his sword dulled__ or the words had been much bigger than the meaning he had thought

His Boots were Empty

The dragons grew dangerously restless
She paced around her dusty castle__opened all the doors __looked under every bed and inside every closet

She stood in front of a painting she once had carefully chosen__and wondered why

In that moment the castle blew up into pieces all around her

One of the dragons fell off a cliff a few gave up and turned into pigeons but the fiercest and the handsomest few kneeled in front of her!!!

When the dust and the debris settled__the blue sky washed her face, the sun kissed her hair and the wide world embraced her

There she was free and she loved

the nooks and crannies of her own being
her knights with their brokeness 
all the sleeping beauties 
and the awake ones
the castles that protect 
and the ruins that liberate

She got on the back of her dragon and flew away into her life