THE DRAGON AND THE DOVE

Walking on

the spiral path

to the summit, there at last.

Rest awhile,

my centre found,

sitting down on hallowed ground.

Watching clouds,

the shapes they make,

now they form, and now they break.

On nature's ceiling

I can see

visions of eternity.

Looking up

before my eye

a Fire-Dragon in the sky.

Breathing flame

on all below,

the fires of transformation glow.

Look again

up above

now I see a pure white dove.

Flying free to who knows where,

a sacred spirit of the air.

Winged serpent,

Gentle bird,

two voices of the spirit heard.

Peace and love,

fire and might,

God and Goddess taking flight.

Feel the fire,

feel the love,

not just visions up above.

Within the heart

of you and I

the dragon and the dove they lie.

Arthgen