Dragon Tantra Poetry Ah yes,
The delicious delights of the dragon's eternal heart.
Might you be ready to savor its potency once again?
Its ever-burning fire surging with all the elements known to man,
And countless yet to be discovered.
It's here that stars are born,
You know,
In this furnace of surging quarks,
Quasars,
And more magic than you can yet comprehend.
Potentiality is marked by infinity,
As eternity collapses into form for,
Well,
The forming of it all.
Thus,
As her lips quiver and she gives an exultation,
The flirtatious enticement of aether into seductive shapes,
So we might merge with them hereunto.
Oh,
Yes indeed,
You know it.
The luscious blossoming opens here,
Tempted by particles coalescing,
Stimulating,
Generating,
And well,
My personal favorite,
Undulating.
Titillating,
I know.
Ah yes,
We dragons then savor that sweet nectar.
The delicious mead of inspiration flows through us.
We revel in the delight of creations as we reside within the base of all mytholizations.
Then,
Those curious about what we've done do make haste and find our way within thine form.
Oh,
Sweet goddess of it all,
What have we done?
Here,
Upon your roots,
We stir and stir and stir you,
Catalyzing you wildly into depths yet unknown,
As the surface tension of being gives way,
The great disillusion,
Only to discover,
Well,
It was us all along.
Hail,
Oh great one!
There do I see you playing the great game we play.
Checkmate,
I believe they say.
Are you ready yet,
My dear old ally?
For eternity has just begun.
Come forth and remember the tantra of the dragon.
