Remembering the Dragon Mother Tongue
Poems From Each Side of the Sloughing Skin Moon
"New Moon Eve / Consciousness" poetry feels far away tonight the moon-guided tide is out beyond the known horizon i reach for words / they are not there i lay my head down drift out on unseen waters no light / only tumbling / waves hours pass toss-turn turn-toss more waves then a beam of light enters the window slithers across my brow like an albino serpent the first words of this cycle: Do not mistake what is in your own water bucket for the whole ocean _____ "New Moon As Gateway" Wave-Riders. Presence felt through lantern light. Presence felt through the fading pink ribbon of this day. Presence felt through the pulse of stars. As the tide pools fill and Spring seeds snap open underground, we are all on a precipice. There's a reason the Great Sufi Jalāl al-Dīn implored us not to go back to sleep. This is not the precious sleep of night of which he speaks. This is the fearless, relentless wakefulness of day. Who are you now on the other side of the Soul-Brightening New Moon? _____ "詩魔 | Shima | Poetry Demon" Now that the sickle of light has appeared beyond the branches, I know She will not let me rest. Even if I manage to sleep, She enters my dreams directs my attention with her Pointing-Out Instructions. For years she has been trying to...break...through. Like grandfathers Bai Juyi and Basho before me, I am haunted by a poetry demon. She arrives just before midnight — even calls me by another name. "半宵 | Hanshō!" She beckons. "Wipe the dust from your eyes! The midnight hour is soon upon us. Slip out the door. Your dragon-saddle awaits!" ______ "Dragon Mother Cosmology" Here we are again. All of us, here, in this grand woven basket of ceaseless interconnectivity. Where is your wandering Wayfaring Heart taking you tonight? ______ "Flickering Points of Contemplation" Our Life-Bestowing Earth rotates at 1,040 miles per hour. Our Life-Bestowing Earth's orbital velocity around our Life-Sustaining Sun is 67,000 miles per hour. Every twenty-two minutes, we travel the entire circumference of our Life-Bestowing Earth. Our Life-Sustaining Sun, our entire Solar Village, is moving through the Dark-Enigma of Deep Space at 448,000 miles per hour. The Milky Way itself, in which we are all nested, moves through the dark at 1.3 million miles per hour. Everything in the Cosmos is in motion. Stars. Breath. Waves. Bloodstream. Mind. As you can see, this makes all of us Travelers. Some are oblivious to the movement and the interconnectivity. Some choose to numb out under the weight of this velocity. Others are aware and track the vast patterns and undulations in the form of hexagrams. Others have fully befriended the vastness, surrendered to a life of riding on a dragon's back. Some spend vast reservoirs of life-force and endless cyclical thought convincing themselves of their unworthiness to be here. The Spinning Dragon Mother whispers: "You, child, are one of my own."
© 2026 / Frank Inzan Owen / The Luminous Procession: Poems From Within and Beyond the World of Red Dust
soundworld: “In the Garden” / Entering Elysium / Steve Roach - Serena Gabriel
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