Pure Imagination
- July 10, 2009, 3:36 pm |
Dragon Song
It is the pure imagination that has gone from us making the sword dull against our fears.
When the two-year-old boy climbs to the top of a man and says, expecting, Touch the sun, Papaw. Touch the sun, he is at once beautiful and brave.
We must not care for consequence, only believe that the impossible height can be reached for the trying.
Then the dragons, which evolved to live and perish within us, and know when we are loving them, will see this and come out.
Since their lives have been drowned out by the thunderous roar of our contempt, how could we know they believe we are capable of providing them existence, giving them immortality-- we, human, the most transient of all.
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