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Go confidently
in the direction
of your
dreams!
Live the life you've
imagined.
Henry David Thoreau
(1817-1862)
American essayist, poet and
mystic
Learning to understand
our dreams
is a matter of
understanding
our heart's
language
Anne Faraday (1935-
)
American psychologist and
dream researcher
Take Time
Out
When you see them
on a freeway hitching
rides
wearing
beads
with packs by their
sides
you ought to
ask
What's all
the
warring and the
jarring
and
the
killing and the
thrilling
all
about.
Take Time
Out.
When you see
him
with a band around
his head
and an army surplus
bunk
that makes his
bed
you'd better
ask
What's all
the
beating and the
cheating and
the bleeding
and
the
needing
all
about.
Take Time
Out.
When you see her
walking
barefoot in the
rain
and you know she's
tripping
on a one-way
train
you need to
ask
What's all
the
lying and
the
dying and
the running
and
the gunning
all
about.
Take Time
Out.
Use a
minute
feel some
sorrow
for the
folks
who think
tomorrow
is a place that
they
can call
up
on the
phone
Take a
month
and show some
kindness
for the
folks
who thought that
blindness
was an illness
that
affected eyes
alone.
If you know that
youth
is dying on the
run
and my daughter
trades
dope stories with
your son
we'd better
see
what all
our
fearing and
our
jeering and
our
crying
and
our
lying
brought
about.
Take Time
Out.
by Maya Angelou
Dreamer's Rock
It was a sacred place
Formed by titanic forces
Crest uplifted, upreaching
Toward the Path of Souls
and to the worlds beyond
Oft enshrouded by mystic mists,
uprising from vaporous lake
Illuminated by sun or moon
or darkened by cosmic glooms
Incarnated by breaths of life.
Changing, yet unchanged,
altering the moods of being.
Imparting but not revealing
the mystery of becoming.
It was a hallowed place
Spirit pre-created, interred
within the chasmic womb
Of its inmost substance.
By preternatural law destined
to withhold from understanding
The mystery of the vital force of life;
yet by law outside the law ordained
To infuse and conjoin
with the heart and soul of men
To give increase to being
Lend purpose to existence
Bestowing the gift of living but
Not disclosing the mystery of life.
To this vision crest in cherished hope
came youth
Themselves not fully formed
or heart and mind not
With the spirit of the world yet bound,
In vigil by solitary night
In fast from corporal want
They denied the worldly frame
to appease the inner hunger
And cleanse the heart and mind
To merit and gain
the sacred dream by which the way and mode
of life and destinies are marked
And new force to being brings.
It is now a public place
Open, in its solitude
To incurious and indifferent
And other passers-by
Who come their transient ways,
and as they pass through life
Seeing, rather than seeking
Hearing but not listening
Touching to remain unmoved
And in mockery but not in honour
They inscribe their names
Upon the abiding rock
As if names have a greater force
Than the mystery of being.
By: Basil
Johnston, 1974
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