Anything is Possible

Pray hope and dont worry. Worry is useless. God is merciful and will hear your prayer.

Ever have a dream so real you felt you could reach out and touch it

The heartbeat is an irregular bell tolling the footprints create ammonite patterns in the snow they spiral in serpentine undulations toward a complicated centre of mass forming a beautifully inscribed hieroglyph the earth acting as papyrus. Its all signs and symbols reading the emotions of another is an art and tonight she lacks the imagination needed in order to be creative. Bewitching to behold wings tucked neatly into the back of a loose summer jacket his bare feet dusky and dusty tumble languidly toward her over the soft crumbling ground. Dawn finds her dreams more beautiful to inhabit than reality. To her it becomes more real than the bed sheets shes pulling close to her chest. As he approaches she continues to watch the invocation of her desire. Wherever he steps the snow flees its as if spring flowers from the very tips of his toes. She holds her breath as he slips his hand into hers leading her away from the top of the hill on which they are standing. They dont follow the path instead they tread boldly over willow roots twigs and fern leaves. Looking upwards in order to see the colour of the sky Dawn crosses her fingers for a shade of blue.

I had a dream about you. You were cooking me dinner and I was standing by the stove questioning your every move. You found me ungrateful and I found the number for Chinese takeout. I may not have wanted your food but I still wanted your love. Your love isnt burnt too is it

The ground was so far below him he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him but he could feel how fast he was falling and he knew what was waiting for him down there. Even in dreams you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground he knew. You always woke in the instant before you hit the ground.

The lights of prayer that make us imagine we are beginning to be angels are sometimes only signs that we are finally beginning to be men. We do not have a high enough opinion of our own nature. We think we are at the gates of heaven and we are only just beginning to come into our own realm as free and intelligent beings.

If theres a will theres a wayI feel larger than LIFE--and look up to the stars who shine down on me and have become my own personal cheerleaders....as my fingers tap on my computer late into the night..

Faith is the poetry of our dreams action is the builder of our reality.

I had a dream about you. I was a painter and you were a nude banana. You wanted me to paint you in a still life and I asked you to put some peels on. Your nudity made me feel naked as a person. Also having no clothes on made me feel naked and thats why I couldnt see you because seeing you made me see who I was as a man and as a fruit. Im more banana than baby carrot if you know what I mean.