Story Dragon in the Cloud

I see clouds – over the mountain.

There is a dragon flying around in these clouds.

If the dragon is my Story of (E—)?

The dragon is free --- but he is confined to those clouds as well, he cannot leave those clouds

And I stand, from a distance, under the maple tree on the top of a hill, far away –

and I watch those clouds, the dragon’s clouds

and I see how he is bounded, free yet bounded – how this is not as free as the witness

which is itself bounded? created, by the human consciousnesss?

we shall see

There is the Dragon – flying in the clouds –

Now it is stormy ; I see him flying in the storm

the storm of his own story

The storm of His incongruities...

And then, suddenly,  he is gone –

and there are just clouds.

And then he is infused in everything –

IMAGE    A dragon image in all things – in Everything – refracted crystaline facets like water droplets or Peacock eyes – a dragon visage in all the Ten Million Things of this world...

Everything drinks

of a piece of the dragon

All leaves of trees,

all grass,

all particles of Air are

infused with this Dragon

.

If I cling

to a story,

it is like my Head

is those clouds – inside, a Storm rages,

The story-dragon wants out,

wants to infuse into everything.

***

And it’s like the Moon story – the drawing I did where Moon Girl is watching Earth, meditating from her Village...  much as I am  watching the Cloud, seeing the Dragon, it’s nature, both wild and trapped, ... with Compassion

How do I best translate it to Story?

And it reminds me of the Jaguar Mother dream – shaking off her Droplets of Water  to infuse and become rain -- 

***

And the Story Dragon evaporates.. and becomes Water Rain.

And everything drinks of this story...

The trees drink.

The horses drink.

The insects drink.

All things living drink.

Even the dry air drinks.