Slipping around trying not to fall,
keeping my balance with hands on the wall,
Stepping on dog dishes with my feet,
inside the dragon listening to its heartbeat.
Slipping around trying not to fall,
keeping my balance with hands on the wall,
Stepping on dog dishes with my feet,
inside the dragon listening to its heartbeat.
{I was inspired to write down what transpired on this tour in the form of haikus, partly because the name #zenmountainpoets emerged through some haikus that Billy and Victor were writing while hanging out in San Diego. Here’s the account of the next couple days}:
Wednesday, December 14: Fairfield, CA –> Ashland, OR
Soul Christmas Music
The earth quakes, some are awake
Missing piece aligned
~
Raining on the road
Gas station to rest station
Pulled over in Weed
~
Shasta energy
palpable as we journey
into the mountains
~
Raining in Ashland
Oberon’s is warm, friendly
Fairie folk abound
~
Enjoying the sound
Gordon guides us to Wellsprings
near Bear Creek Greenspace
Thursday, December 15: Ashland, OR
Re-organ-izing
The Dragon’s wiring grounded
Toil and caring hands
~
Mechanic Billy
Anthony and Jeremy
Logistical Team
~
Near Jackson Wellsprings
so Amaris and Robyn
make the pilgrimage
~
The healing waters
Lithia and connections
Sauna, showers, yes…
~
{more to come…}
Monday December 12, 2016
Morro Bay –> Paso Robles
Batten the Hatches
Bus surfing is key to ride
In-synch gas station
~
Paso Robles –> Sebastopol
Twenty miles per hour
Jamming music brings us pow’r
Finally landed.
~
Tuesday December 13, 2016
Sebastopol
Fuel pump research day
Friendly forces combine to
Help us play on time
~
Christmas decorates
Apple pie and coffee ate
Timmy keeps bar great!
Road Blues: An acoustic window into a window of time when we overcame the odds and made it through to play 7 shows in 9 days on the Dragon Awakens Tour. A story told through song, freely styled and highly improvised, recorded on the bus…on our newly made-over Soundcloud !
Here’s to all those little moments~~
A shift of a finger,
A drift on the line,
A flutter of a wing,
A breath, divine
Reminders of the present, in time,
Re-members of the past,
All those little moments
Combined
For the possibility of this one.
Planning ahead, moment to moment,
Or reflecting on the past ones,
Why do I whine?
I’ve got to wash the dishes
So I can dine!
This is the poem that begins the blog.
An offering
A log
Given and hewn from a tree
A bone of a branch from life given freely.
Fuel for the sparks
Lighting the way through the dark.