Dragons symbolize power, the grace of flight, the protection of a guardian, and an endurance of life to me.
These Words from the Heart are a
Collection of Life Thoughts and Healing Words
by Brenda "Rion" Sewell
Dragons are Forever
A flight of fancy and a brush of wing
brings the powerful beast into view.
As he soars through the air with leathery wings,
the sight of him brings me closer to you.
Wake the Dragon
Battles with dragons may represent the things that need to be destroyed in your life. Smoking, drinking, drug-use, or any destructive behavior may be the dragon that you must slay.
However, keep in mind that not all dragons should be slain!
For dragons are often guarding treasures, rubies, jewels, even sleeping on beds of gold coins. These treasures symbolize knowledge and wisdom and your dragon-spirit can reveal much knowledge to you, for knowledge is power indeed.
Many tales speak of a fair maiden held captive by a dragon with many good knights questing to rescue her. The maiden guarded by the dragon represents many ideas, truth, wisdom, peace after conflict, goals achieved, the reward of good heath after kicking a bad habit, and to some ancient traditions - the Goddess!
Dragons are associated with fire. Fire creates light, illumination, heat, and destruction, therefore fire is the element of change.
Nothing purifies like fire. The strongest metals are made from it and so are the strongest people.
Fire in its destructive form, destroys the outdated and obsolete so new changes can grow. A forest is reborn after a fire and the grass is greener because of the nutrients left in the soil from the ashes.
The dragon's lesson for us is truth. The dragon reminds us to stand up for the truth even if the whole world says you're wrong. You will need the strength of the dragon to accomplish your goal. Which reminds me of another old saying, "The truth may not make you any friends, but it sure does influence people."
How do you see dragons? In the heavy smoke of a fire.
© 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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He comes up behind me while I sit
Wake the Dragon
soundlessly .. softly .. with a surety of soul.
I smell his presence and smile, knowing what is to come.
Lowering my chin, I offer my neck to be touched ..
to be kissed .. to feel the soft sweet circles
of feather touch as they dance across my skin.
I feel his breath against my skin .. warm .. alive ..
I feel his butterfly kisses begin
at the nape of my neck bent in utter trust.
His hands begin to knead the tenseness of the day
away from my body, in measured sure strokes,
with hands made muscled by years of labor.
Pulling me to the floor, he continues to release me
from the tortures of the day .. surely as the sun ..
strong sensual strokes down the length of my back.
With fingertips made smooth with lotion sweet,
he closes my eyes .. and trailing his fingertips down
slowly, across my chest to loosen my dress.
Unveiling silky skin unblemished by the sun ..
blushing with the rising awareness
of sensual pleasures yet to come.
Cool air swirls and dances across my skin,
leaving small trails of raised skin .. a quivering ..
building deep within the mound of my belly.
With a kiss .. the fire is kindled and spreads ..
awakening the beast residing deep within ..
the animal that drives the soul and demands to be fed.
Heat from the dragon within .. builds and grows ..
overwhelming the soul .. overpowering the mind ..
rousing the beast who demands satisfaction.
Tender touches .. light and sure ..
dancing across the thighs .. teasing .. touching ..
luring the beast from the lair.
An explosion of sensations .. pulsating .. striving
fusing the soul with the body .. fiery .. scorching ..
unadulterated ecstasy within the essence of my being.
Soft tears of relief running down my cheeks
slowly extinguish the fire of the beast within ..
allowing me to drift into sweet and blissful sleep.
© December 1998 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
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When bright the stars in the heavens form
a cosmic cross in a velvet sky.
The dragon returns to hold the earth
with coiling wraps of mighty tail.
The dragon comes with simple heart
to light the way for others lost.
In mystic haze, she softly weeps
suppressed by greed and darkened thoughts.
Truth cries when it is not allowed
to grow and move freely about.
Dreams of peace in time will pass
if love and truth are not acclaimed.
The cry of the dragon will be heard
as she hangs her head in agony.
When the dragon has no time of peace
destruction reigns so truth stays free.
She carries the truth within her claws
and cleanses the world with fiery jaws.
For truth is an egg she hopes will hatch
beginning new lives of serenity.
© August 1999 Brenda "Rion" Sewell
Thank you PaganHeart
for allowing me to use a picture of your sculpture to make this background.
This dragon is an incense burner.
Thanks to The
Five Springs Campground in Cherokee, NC
for the information on dragons.
Email me at brendarion at cfl.rr.com
© 1998 - 2994
Brenda "Rion" Sewell