Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.
(a very kind reader sent this my way and i can hardly read it without crying. so true and beautiful and needed is it this week--may it be a good week for us all--full of light and marvelous errors and honey made from sweet failures and divinity, above all else).
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quotes
"Why am I afraid to dance, I who love
music and rhythm and grace and song
and laughter? Why am I afraid to live,
I who love life and the beauty of the flesh
and the living colors of the earth and sky
and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who
love love love?"
Eugene O'Neill
life slice #3.
For our hearts are not pure; our hearts are filled with need and greed as much as with love and grace; and we wrestle with our hearts all the time. The wrestling is who we are. How we wrestle is who we are. What we want to be is never what we are. Not yet. Maybe that's why we have these relentless engines in our chests, driving us toward what we might be.
Brian Doyle
I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,
but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive
is a grand thing.
Agatha Christie