THE DREAM

No dream is to big too be dreamed into existence.

Too big to be lived. In fact maybe the dream is rather than an illusive future, the tiny first seed of our presence...of existence planted firmly in the ground.

Made visible and alive slowly.

Similarly to the first longing for someone we recognise as ourselves, as the moving waves of our hearts. And which only we recognise with the ripening of our hearts.

We are here prior. Witness to the big spectacle of life and all worlds colliding.

Perhaps if we've stopped dreaming - rather than a sign of great sensibility, and rationale - it's a sign of having lost faith in our fellow humans, in the companionship with nature, and union with life.

It's a great blessing to be reminded and live our dreams through the dream of another. If we let it touch us right, we will know that we are ripening the seeds of our own dreams.

Living into existence the trust in support, companionship and value of our own contribution in life. And that no dream is too big to be lived.

In fact it is just right.