Riding The Dragon’s Wings

Sometimes I feel as if I caught the pearl and rode the dragon’s wings, soaring through the great big skies of my own existence, caught between reality and dreams. In these moments, I am untethered, a creature of pure whimsy, seemingly unbound by the mundane shackles of daily life.

The pearl rests in my palms, a symbol of wisdom gained through experience. It reminds me of the trials and triumphs that have sculpted my being. In its luster, I see the reflections of my laughter, my tears, and the myriad of emotions that punctuate the pivotal moments of my life.

Riding the dragon’s wings, I embrace the tumultuous winds of change. This mythical beast, a guardian of ancient mysteries, carries me fearlessly through the clouds of uncertainty. With each beat of its powerful wings, I am elevated above my fears, basking in the freedom that comes with facing the unknown.

Among the clouds, time is a fluid concept, ebbing and flowing with the rhythm of my heart. The dragon and I dance through the skies, unburdened by the constraints of reality. We traverse many different realms of possibility, where every thought has the power to manifest, every dream a chance to take flight.

As the day wanes, and the dragon lowers its wings, I am gently brought back to the grounding embrace of the earth. The pearl in my hand, once a beacon of light in the mystical sky, now rests quietly as a tangible piece of my celestial adventure.

In the quietude of the night, I lay in contemplation. The journey with the dragon is a metaphor for the inner voyage we all undertake. Within each of us lies the power to transcend the ordinary, to catch the elusive pearl, and ride the dragon’s wings, if only we dare to dream until our dreams come true.

Sometimes, in the stillness, I can hear the distant flapping of wings, a call to embark once again on a journey through the vast expanse of my imagination. And I know that the adventure is far from over. For in the realm of dreams, the dragon awaits, ready to take flight, with me as its willing companion.

November 25, 2023


  • Amelia Desertsong

    I’ve long been obsessed by the majesty and power of dragons. They can come in as many shapes and forms as we can imagine. I do wonder sometimes if true dragons ever roamed the earth, although unlike dinosaurs we have no archaeological record of them. Of course, perhaps dragons are, in fact, celestial beings, who left this earth for the stars with seemingly no intention to ever return, leaving in their wake only mythological tales and curious artworks from millennia past.

    • Thomas Slatin

      It’s fascinating to think about how long dragons have been a part of our artistic heritage! In the ancient Near East and Mesopotamia, as far back as 4000 BCE, they had depictions of dragon-like creatures? And in ancient China, around 5000 BCE, they already had dragon motifs in their art, symbolizing strength and good fortune.

      Then, looking at ancient Greece and Rome, dragons appeared more like the serpentine monsters we’re familiar with today, especially in myths like Hercules slaying the Hydra. It’s incredible how these stories have endured through the ages.

      Later on, in Medieval Europe, is where our current image of dragons really takes shape–the large, winged, fire-breathing reptiles. It seems like each culture added its own twist to the dragon legend, making it a staple of mythology.

      Also, remember that I love you, and thank you for your comment, my love. ❤️

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