Dare to imagine. Dare to be. Books are the seeds. Dreams are the soil. The fruit of the harvest a world reborn.

When I awake thinking of dreams I slept on I often wonder if the dreams ever wake up thinking of me

Like night dreams stores often use symbolic language therefore bypassing the ego and persona and traveling straight to the spirit and soul who listen for the ancient and universal instructions embedded there. Because of this process stories can teach correct errors lighten the heart and the darkness provide psychic shelter assist transformation and heal wounds.

Longing whether for a passion or person is one of the most powerful yet painful emotions there is. It can drive you to its source under the most extreme conditions or it can cripple you from obtaining your dreams. When it comes to the pull you feel always go after it if not itll eat you alive.

Nobody ever talks about the pyramids that werent built the books that werent written the songs that werent sung. Stop letting your fear condemn you to mediocrity. Get out of your own way. Your dreams are a poetic reflection of your souls wishes. Be courageous enough to follow them. There is no greater time than now to experience the full power of your potential. Make this the day you take the first step in the beautiful journey of bringing your dreams to life.

The hoopoe said Your hearts congealed like iceWhen will you free yourself from cowardiceSince you have such a short time to live hereWhat difference does it make What should you fearThe world is filth and sin and homeless menMust enter it and homeless leave again.They die as worms in squalid pain if weMust perish in this quest that certainlyIs better than a life of filth and grief.If this great search is vain if my beliefIs groundless it is right that I should die.So many errors throng the world - then whyShould we not risk this quest To suffer blameFor love is better than a life of shame.No one has reached this goal so why appealTo those whose blindness claims it is unrealId rather die deceived by dreams than giveMy heart to home and trade and never live.Weve been and heard so much - what have we learnedNot for one moment has the self been spurnedFools gather round and hinder our release.When will their stale insistent whining ceaseWe have no freedom to achieve our goalUntil from Self and fools we free the soul.To be admitted past the veil you mustBe dead to all the crowd considers just.Once past the veil you understand the WayFrom which the crowds glib courtiers blindly stray.If you have any will leave womens storiesAnd even if this search for hidden gloriesProves blasphemy at last be sure our questIs not mere talk but an exacting test.The fruit of loves great tree is povertyWhoever knows this knows humility.When love has pitched his tent in someones breastThat man despairs of life and knows no rest.Loves pain will murder him and blandly askA surgeons fee for managing the task -The water that he drinks brings pain his breadIs turned to blood immediately shedThough he is weak faint feebler than an antLove forces him to be her combatantHe cannot take one mouthful unawareThat he is floundering in a sea of care.

Surviving is good but overcoming is better.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.

Never stop trying. Never stop believing. Never give up. Your day will come.

...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like thatwhispered tender full of other meanings like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.