9.6.12 Thursday.
Hello, good morning, Old Hagness sweetly whispers into
my ear.
I pour the French Market Coffee with Chicory, the
darkest of dark
brew into her North Shore Mug, and she wrinkles her
nose,
she wants her big dragon mug, and I say, I do not have
a big
dragon mug, and she says, well you better get one
then.
I smile to myself. Oh, yes, I've been looking for one
for some time,
but just can't find one. Well then, she smiles at me,
you have a job
cut out for yourself. Get yourself, no get me, a big
dragon mug.
And how I love dragons, wild Chinese dragons, Taoist
dragons
of the spirit world. And I know Old Hagness loves them
too,
and then the Great White Dragon swoops into our room,
and I breathe in her energy, her wild and wonderful
and
colorfully beautiful energy that swoops me up and
twirls me
into the cyclone with Old Hagness and we spiral up,
and up, through the ceiling, through the roof, into
the
absolutely clear blue sky, the cool, end-of-summer
fun air that fills our city, and we swirl up higher
and higher
out of the atmosphere of our home planet, further and
further
and we are no longer bodies but a swirling mass of
molecules
and space and time swirling and dancing tiny tiny
particles of matter, smaller than molecules, smaller
than atoms,
smaller than electrons and protons and neutrons, so
small
they have no names and we swirl and twirl and the
coffee mug bits of matter and the dark coffee are
all part of this swirling mass of energy and matter
all in a dimension where everything interchanges,
matter dissolves into energy, energy coagulates in
particles,
we are the big wild dragon of the universe. And the
White Dragon
of many stories and memories herds us back together
and we slowly
descend through the blue clear autumn sky, the clouds,
the air
the roof, the ceiling, coagulate back into our normal
bodies,
our normal selves, back into the morning coffee time,
the time of slow conversation, silent communion,
awakening unto day. And so this
one day begins with gentle music,
memories and moments that unfold,
each twirling in space, mixing,
communing, being one, being many.
And so this day flows into the actions
of today, other todays, each new,
each never occurred before,
never will occur again.
And we, Old Hagness and I, we sit here,
this moment, with our coffee, and words
and together and separate, musing,
breathing, being.
preciousqueentheodora III
