The Magic of Being

/Opening Poem/,

by J. W. Cassandra



The photo is called 'Princess' and it is by Chil Vera, from Pixabay.
The photo is called 'Princess' and it is by Chil Vera, from Pixabay.
Photo is by Alan Dobson, from Pixabay.
Photo is by Alan Dobson, from Pixabay.



The poem is the opening poem of the second cycle of my first volume, Eternity Awaken into Self-Consciousness, entitled The Firestorm of Creation. Creation appears in it: the mythical creatures of creation, the Tiger, the Dragon, and the Fairy. Their metaphors emphasize the wildness of the creative forces, the power of the current of the swirling vortex: tiger's claw, dragon roar, fairy spell. When all this subsides, then the essence is visible: all the terrible, magical creative beings live within you...


The lyrical self addresses the reader, and it speaks to him throughout the poem. This makes the tone of the poem personal. The framework of Creation is a set framework, as the form, the sonnet, refers to. At the same time, they are unbridled and untamable, which can be seen in the way the lines are irregular from time to time, stretching the frame. The poem is full of enjambments, and the first verse sentence lasts for three stanzas.


This poem has another important aspect: the three creating, mythical figures appear in three of my books, and each of the books deals with a creation story intertwined around one of these figures. Namely, the creation of the Dragon, the Fairy, and the Tiger. I am still working on the books.


Note: I use the word 'being' in the sense of 'existence' in the poem. Its reason is that the previous word is shorter.





A tiger's claw carves out your path ahead,
The echo of the dragon's roar shakes your brain,
A fairy spell sits on your soul with her dreams,
They accompany your step, stumbling, weak


Creature cast out by wild creating powers
Into the wild, mortal, whirling vortex of Being,
And if the Fairy Spell dissipates,
The echo of the dragon's roar fades,


The spell of tiger's eye, its claw will let you go,
See: you yourself fulfilled, behold, at last
The MIRACLE: calling the Morn of Creation into life.


And then let your throat sing the song of the furious Tiger,
Let it echo the Fire Dragon's high-wind, see:
Fairy, the Enchanting; Dragon, Tiger – you are...



Written: 15 / 07. 2010, by J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 22 / 10. 2025, by J. W. Cassandra




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