Deep down in het forest rests a Dragon… with Tiger Eyes.
He lived a humble life since the day he grew up.
He felt he never fit in, and he din`t for he was laught at as a little dragon for his mother was a Tiger and he had inherited her eyes. His mom died after he was born. As a teenager he liked to visit the lake , he looked at himself and when he took a close look, the reflection of the lake reminded him of her beautifull being.
His father taught him to be a strong and loving Dragon, teaching him to fly, spit fire, dive deep and look down at things differently in every situation.
He learned to be happy with whatever there is… he was just… fine, medium, it was ok.
He enjoyed life on his own, still there was a small nameless feeling deep down in his Dragon heart….
One day there there was something in the air… he wasn`t sure i fit was going to rain or storm… But when he looked up there was no cloud in the sky and the butterflies where all around doing their daily butterfly things…, Clearly there wasn`t a reason to worry.. so he fell a sleep on his favorite sunny rock…
Soon he woke up from the soft noise of little bells tingling in the air, filling up the entire space with harmonic sounds. He opend his eyes… there was a small fairy sitting at the tip of his nose….
Cheeky she looked at him and said; I am Joy.
The have send me here for you have succeeded the test of beeing all.one ,from now on you`ll be to.gather….. The Dragon didn`t knew what to say…
He scratched his forehead and waved his tail. But Joy started to tell him wonderfull story`s and dreams of other worlds. He felt something new… curiosity it was called Joy said, and he expierenced more of it. As Joy explored his sunny rock and the world around, his lips curled and a smile light up his beeing.
She let him when he took a close look at Joy, and he saw… Tiger Eyes! As it where his own!
I believe you are magic, she said to him with a dreamy voice. Do you believe in Magic?
How this story ends?
….It`s up tot he dragon in you
And when your not sure?…
Close your eyes, and take a close look, …you know
(Written with deep love and endless thankfulness to the fairy who brought me this creating invitation! Namaste)
Zo’n moment dat de grond onder je voeten lijkt weg geslagen
Zo’n bericht alsof de wereld op je dak valt
Zo’n seconde waarin je kaartenhuis instort…. Ik stap op de trein
Om mijn lijf het tassen-pantser van alles wat ik kan dragen, mijn katten voor nu achter gelaten
Jonge vrouw van 36 terug naar de ‘roots’
Ik kan niet stoppen met huilen
En eenmaal gestopt vraag ik de conducteur ‘mijn oren spitsend zodat t antwoord aankomt’ waar de trein heen gaat, begin ik weer…. Brok in mijn keel bonkend hoofd.
Ik voel me maf, t valt wel mee en ik voelde t aankomen,… t is waarschijnlijk t beste zo.
Ik voel de vrijheid van een bries door mijn haren… en t is weer weg
…Toch kan ik dit moment niets anders dan huilen, opletten dat ik niet wegdrijf en tracht mijn focus te houden op uitstappen..
Er spreken wat mensen een vreemde taal… Ik zien ze kijken en ik vraag me af….
Wat als ik vluchteling zou zijn…