Dreaming in the Morning

I had such a beautiful dream about running this morning, that I woke forgetting the summer cold that has taken lodging in my chest.  Nonetheless, dreams of freedom and expansive green fields have inspired much and many.  Or can, at least, get us out of bed.  There is much in this life we must bless and release, but let us heed the advice to dismiss nothing.   Such arrogance is doing much harm in this beautiful world.      

 

May you be blessed with vision today.

See it for the first time

By plucking her petals, you do not
gather the beauty of the flower.

Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add colour to my sunset sky.

Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is only putting out the lamp
because the dawn has come.

Do not say, ‘It is morning,’
and dismiss it with a name of yesterday.
See it for the first time
as a newborn child that has no name.

Don’t limit a child to your own learning,
for he was born in another time.

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
is no freedom for the tree.

Every child comes with the message
that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Every difficulty slurred over
will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us
if we create the capacity to receive it.

Faith is the bird that feels the light
when the dawn is still dark.

From the solemn gloom of the temple
children run out to sit in the dust,
God watches them play and forgets the priest.

I have become my own version of an optimist.
If I can’t make it through one door,
I’ll go through another door - or I’ll make a door.
Something terrific will come
no matter how dark the present.

—Rabindranath Tagore. With thanks to it's all dhamma.