A Lullabied Dragon

I am humming a lullaby

hoping my ego will fall asleep

sensing how tired she must be

Not just nap time,

but a long, wary sleep

breathing heat but no flames

I’ll check on her with regularity

for we are bound by birth

I have an unreserved love

for my companion -

feeling if she is able to rest

I, too, will be at peace

Of course, she may be startled

awake by the world knocking about

but by now I’ve learned which

lullabies may soothe her

—Kathleen Burke

Ants and zazen

 

— Kim Mosley 

A poem in response to: A Day So Happy by Czelaw Milosz and The god of good taste by Ingrid Fetell Lee

Because although I did meet the god of good taste 

He felt hollow to me

I saw others around me bowing and scraping to him

And even when I believed,

I was wrong not to participate 

In the ritualistic offerings of my authentic self,

In order to survive and thrive in my environment 

At the risk of being crushed 

The quirky awkward parts of me didn't assent and,

Their embedded smoldering coals,

Held tightly my joy and life force.

And now having emerged

And I say this boldly, while holding my breath,

As it's so new and fragile 

That there is no thing on the earth I want to possess.

And no one worth envying.

Just delighting in.

—Jean Lopez