the art of dream weaving

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Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

…..David Whyte

an eternity fills our dream spaces, a numinous, psychic story of completeness, integrity and heartache…..our dreams collide in the day, our potentiality flying like comets, landing hard and filled with light……

I have come to know simple truths that before were so disguised by my complexity. I have come to know the inner vision that sees with so much clarity. I’ve come to know me, the gentleness of my spirit, as it may express through love and tenderness. I’ve come to know power in a way that’s personal and creative. My personal power of choice. I’ve come to know love; love of self and others is the same. I’ve come to know the oneness of all who walk the planet in an attempt to journey home……Greta Metcalf

part of the empirical night….

A billion stars go spinning through the night,

blazing high above your head.

But in you is the presence that

will be, when all the stars are dead.


6 thoughts on “the art of dream weaving

  1. How Rumi mastered words, could so succinctly state the truth that lives in us …Each journey in the night begins and ends in the same place, yet we are transported across a sky filled with dreams as real as the morning sun, and a cup of tea to great the dreamer … we do walk between worlds, we are the dreamers who a designing the future – this is destiny. May shadows of starlight greet your day …

    • I’ve been studying Kant and Descartes and the shift through intellectualism and now a beginning back to our inherent inner knowing….. traversing these 2 worlds…..back to Rumi…..may you never doubt your truisms g.f.s…..

  2. Yes, to know we are eternal – we are a mirror of the universe. To really see the wonder that we are requires not just the ability to look inward, but to see outward – beyond the night – beyond the edge of dreams. Such a lovely post for the start of a weekend, blue. May the stars remember your name sweetly. ~ Bobbie

    • stars buzzing sweetly…..feeling the serenity that comes with softening….like river stones, smoothing into their own time……love this in between time…..forever true Bobbie….

  3. Oh my. How healing it is to hear my inner truth expressed so that I can hold it in my open hand lightly, holding my breath while I treasure it’s beauty…..then breathing it gently outward to the rest of me……the world.

    Thank you for the sharing from Greta Metcalfe……….feeling that connection wipes away loneliness.

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