I cling too much to dreams, sometimes. I think that is what I do. They do serve a purpose, though, that is for sure: these dreams press me on when nothing else will. They keep alive my hope. But some of the dreams I have, some of them I think let me hope the wrong things. These are dreams that reach distant some fiery things, unkempt and wild-eyed things. Some of these dreams, I am playing with lightning, trying to provide a conduit between nature's untamed and the circuits of civilization. But difficult, still, that I must lay some dreams to rest — I have been dreaming some things for a long time, now.
I will keep my feet on the ground. The dreams I must leave, it is not hard to tell which of them they are: those are the ones for which I would have to leave everything behind. The dreams that are good, I can take everything that I have with me, and keep them as I go. That is how I can tell. It is as Jean N. Grou put it: "Be sure that it is a mistaken devotion which interferes with the duties of your natural state of life."
No, I will not let all my dreams die. I have just gained perspective, a sliver of prudence these years on, on what dreams do not help me to dream them. It is only that I must keep to the narrow way, and dream wisely.
Tracy
2:03pm monday, 18th february
dreams help us to survive....only that sometimes we dream too much and we loose contact with reality...and then we find it very hard to go back to the real world.
dan williams
8:53pm monday, 18th february
why live in the real world? afraid of being lonely?
Tracy
4:10pm sunday, 24th february
yes Dan, maybe that's it.....afraid to be lonely....
Tracy
dan williams
Tracy