Rising up like a dragon from its cave
I fly over mountains,
hands moving like wings across my chest,
gathering clouds in my palms to release to the wind.
Softly landing on ground the dragon is freed.
With a soft flowing movement I cast a net and
bring my boat back to right,
strength from Mother earth filling limbs
and soothing my soul.
Again passing my palms across the blue sky
I stop to watch a tiger
Crouching low in the grass.
Drawing his energy to me as I pull back my bow,
I am strong, courageous, full of life.
The dragon is free again,
Rising to the sky, breathing fire,
Offering the gift to the world.
Body swaying,
energy moving from dark to light.
I rest in my breath.
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