The Alchemy of Dreams
Across the mysterious river of intangible impossible faith, into the common scheme of everyday things, on gossamer wings
Regularly, they seem to me, to be such fragile tenuous things
Dreams examined from a certain viewpoint appear as pale, weak and hollow constructs
The dream constantly struggling with existing beliefs to maintain itself in the mind of one or an enlightened few
The dream is often driven out of consciousness, its version of truth ridiculed and branded… impossible…
Belief in its impossibility soon withers the dream
It may quickly become less than a strand of a reflection of a shadow waiting to be reborn and re-revealed
In different minds or from other's thoughts.
Dreams shared by the majority are rarely long-lived
The journey into familiarity weakens not the dream but respect for the dream And the same miracle through regular occurrence encourages faith to take on habit
And habits design themselves to be comfortable and unquestioning, promoting, in turn, a pleasant dreamless sleep.
Dreams can lose their power to motivate, to move into action, as they are shared and accepted.
Imagination not driven by wonder and risk may rest in the pleasures and security of faithlessness, doubt and idle questioning
And fail to ignite the questing to realise the dream.
Dreams, though, however threadbare, rare and distant
Throughout history have proved themselves resilient and persistent.
Hope has been, time and time again, revived and anchored in the stuff of dreams.
The leader and the dreamer when they become one, defy all odds, working together to fashion the future of, from and for our Dreams.
- TOCD
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