Realms of the Metal Dragon
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The Zen of Motorcycle Masters Realm 2 of 4
Realm 2, Verses 1-4
Our body and mind is on a light
gathering highway. You are revolving within a vast
universe, and traveling through space and time. You
are at the center of enlightenment, responding to
reflections, in the rapidly changing realm. Absorb the
words of the wiseman, with the neural fiber sponge.
Relay message to instincts, thru the veins of your
heart and soul. For this knowledge of Zen, is truth,
and must be embedded within. This is the Masters
gateway, to always returning, to the Metal Dragon's
den.
The old Zen Master led me slowly down the garden
path. His eyes of peering awareness taking everything
into account. We stood before two wooden doors, as he
unlatched a medieval lock. The openings rusted hinges,
screamed out for the need of oil. The smell of burnt
rubber, and stacks of cooked tires, were first to be
admired. A lizard skittered across the stones of an
oil soaked floor, with piles of soiled rags. A scroll
of Four Elements to Ride, hung from the barren wall.
Beyond a curtain of ten thousand links of chain, two
eyes of glowing yellow, of a bad ass looking gleam.
Then right before us, it could clearly be seen, for it
was an armored green dragon, of a two wheel metal
machine. The Zen Master then said: Born of fire,
forged from steel, truly has heart, and a soul that
can feel.
The Zen Realm 2nd
Vol 2: Verses 1 thru 4
Future and past are dimensional
crossroads of your present moment
Verse 1: Anticipate: Your future is
upon you, for the present has just past. Every moment
is occurring, at precisely the same time. You are in
the intersection of the material reality, and must
process what was, what is, and what will be. And when
defying many forces at high rate of speed, extend your
intelligent beam, the faster you exceed.
The Zen master had to explain this
further to me. You are the bottleneck of the hour
glass. Each scoop of sand, funnels an object, person,
event into your throttle hand.
A good Master and loyal Dragon, must
be obedient, shielding, and enhance each other well.
Verse 2: Aura Shield: Project your
energy flow, into the far distance wherever you go.
Sit on your bike and grasp the bars. Now plant your
feet to the pegs, relax and set yourself into your
bike. Send your inner strength from your shoulders
through your arms, wrists, and grip, down through your
forks, wheel, and ground. Looking forward opening all
you senses. Breathe in from your stomach, and out
through your third eye, expelling internal energy a
beaming glow, imagine it moving forward, down your
fairing, whirling under the tire, breezing through
your engine, spinning the rear, up your spine, forcing
it to your furthest sight. It is this cycle of
continuity, this field self energy, that one should
always feel. Together two spirits have become one of
the same. Selectively unleash power, when it no longer
needs to be contained. Throw this knife of vision like
it's game, hitting your mark with your best aim. See
everything in the panoramic view, for this must be
continually analyzed by you.
Honor life, and life will honor you
back. Verse 3 :
Always control the ego for it may,
return to haunt you one day.
Man needs to love, and also needs to be
loved. If man must hate, may that be chosen to hate.
For every action there is reaction. It will respond to
you as you respond to it. It may be flowing, or it may
be opposing. Like counter steering your beast, by
pulling back on your handlebar left, will make you go
right. Or, bike goes up, and you go down. The high
crest in the road, a bump or ripple, will cause
unsprung weight, a bad time for stretching the legs,
for there is no adhesion, when laid over sparkin the
pegs.
The Zen Master spoke of the Winner: If
you think you're the fastest one on the roads, go to
the track and race the pros. It is fun to compete, and
who knows, you might get a motorcycle trophy, medal,
or some green. Remembering it takes a good amount of
losers to make one King. It's only natural to feel
accomplished after finishing on top. An interview with
the media, is always nice. If for the moment you
become a spokesman, representing your sport, never put
down your competition, for you will only lessen the
gravitation of your victory. Fans love a winner, but
if you don't share the glory, and always win, be
prepared to be disliked, as if it was a sin. For now
you're the one to beat, it's a God given instinct, to
root for 2nd of a heat.
You are of mind, body, heart, and soul,
ride to live, and tell tales when your old. Verse 4:
Be in tune to your bikes needs, can
always reassure your investment indeed. Many of us
should become attached, and develop a devotion to
their machines. Keep your engine tuned, and it will
always run pristine. There are those who feel
deprived, loose interest, only desiring the latest and
greatest, for those types have stats, and dyno charts
graphed deep beneath their shades. Its all about being
comfortable, and your reactions, hands, fingers, and
toes, the kinship of you, bike, and the road. Don't be
intimidated by the newest and fastest, you can always
stop by the corral to buy a few ponies. Besides just
cleaning, oiling, lubing, and yankin the chain, try
some polishing, maybe some graphics, or fresh drying
flames. Some use a vehicle to achieve a personal gain,
if you love your bike it shouldn't cause you much
pain.
I have learned many things from my
Zen Masters Den, here are some of my many, personal
suggestions:
Maintenance-suggestion: It is a two
way street, and to each his own. Many riders beat,
thrash, bash, and eventually trash. Some use their
bikes without the worries of the tuning routine. Some
run bald low tires, wear sandals, long shoelaces, and
loose slapping chains. There are still those who pass
on the shoulder, have mud for oil, perhaps the same
crap for brains. Working on your machine is a very
cool thing. So what's a Ben Franklin or two, a giant
jar of elbow grease, and a couple cans of paint.
Though the mask of the piggy bank bandit, may dangle
from your bars. No matter what kind of bike, if it's
tight, it's fun to ride. For any polished two wheeler,
can always raise an eye.
Pulled Over-suggestion: So you went
fishing caught a screaming meanie by the tail. It"s so
exciting the red flashin light and all When Johnny
badge asks, What was that Be cool, but don't sit
slumped with your elbow on your knee, with a look like
you're lucky you stopped me. Sometimes a lawley cop
can be human, just stopped to check you, or drool over
your bike. You don't have to be a wimp to the man,
though it's your chance to avoid crying among a jury
of 12. Show some respect, just smooth it out, with, I
had to avoid being ran over, did you see that
approaching vehicle? I was surprised to see my wheel
come up, I hope that never happens again. I'm probably
gonna sell this, before I get hurt. Oh! Isn't this a
dangerous location to be standing?
Fellowship-suggestion: Never laugh at
anothers bike, for they have the blood of your breed.
When flying down the road with your clutches on the
sky, and you see a different type of bike passing you
by, never be to cool, to wave the guy.
The streets are a challenge, and the
seriousness must not be taken or ridden lightly.
On the street, a broom is drearily
sweeping, of the broken pieces of yesterday's life,
Somewhere a Queen is weeping; somewhere
a King has no wife. / Jimi
Zen Master continually say: A true
Master must never forget, to remain in devotion, you
must always practice it.
Dallion 7th