Dreamer seeking realization...
"We are the music makers, & we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers, sitting by desolate streams
World losers & world forsakers, on whom the pale moon gleams
Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world forever, it seems."
~ Authur O'Shaughnessy, 'Ode' 1874
"Nothing happens unless first a dream."
"Between the acting of a [dreadful] thing
and the first motion, all the interim is
like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council, and the state of a man,
like to a little kingdom, suffers then
the nature of an insurrection.'
- William Shakespeare's "Tragedy of Julius Caesar," Act II sc. 1
Perceptions of the Third Eye
She is a stubborn, tenacious, and timid soul – placidly silent in her mien at once while raging wild within
And then the sudden surge o’erflows, no holding back the tide; as once the course is fast resolved,
She looks forward and pursues progress in its path with adamant in her eyes
No fears for future given leave to linger long inside,
Now living in the moment as each challenge present is meet
To occupy her determined energies of heart, body, and mind
Each challenge met, one more accomplished step upon the road of life
Only when the path’s obscured does fear become a threat
While wondering in a darkened woods of obscured possibility
Whether the options left to her will be granted to view by discernment’s clarity
She knows the only true source of strength is found within
And should she fall, that aid will come if Providence wills to send
Every misstep taken in past served to instruct and grow humility
Her native pride still burns fervent & strong, but with greater empathy
As learning from hardships revealed, she knows that self-respect is key
Her one consuming passion’s desire : to find truth’s Way leading to unity
And on the journey, strength and heart to aid fellow pilgrims in need
To liberate the bound, oppressed, the wounded and the weak
To selflessly devote resource to provide for universal need in showing love freely
To transcend past ignorance in wisdom’s surpassing
She knows that truth will break all bonds and end captivity
Her progress slow and even often broken by falls in missteps of fallacy unseen
But ever onward still she moves, in Hope’s long- enduring set resolve to gain Eternity…
Why is the world so bemused at the ineptitude
Of the poor fools who don’t fit the mold perfectly?
They say ‘Just be yourself’
then – ‘You should do something else
Cause you really stand out & it looks odd to everybody.’
(Note that no one will say
‘Just conform,’ in that way,
No, they say it much more deviously-
‘Have you considered that this is not in your best interest?’
When it’s really their own that they mean.)
I’m of the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong kind
The wrong friends, clothes, ideas, beliefs
The wrong attitude – full of negativity!
If my choices won’t do, *ahem* - that is, for you-
Then my cheerful response now must be
‘Well, now that may be true,
That this won’t work for you,
But, see, this has to work the best for me.’
After all, it’s my life
Their attempts to help are nice
Or maybe their intentions are, at least…
In return, I’ve some advice too
(Try to avoid giving it, as a rule,
Lest in imitation prove myself the fool)
But in some special cases,
An exception I’ll make:
Go soak your head or just jump in a lake.