Dream a Good Dream
We dream of snow and snow comes.
What falls from the Mind
falls from that inner climate.
How powerful are you little ape-kind,
you who dangle your hairy flesh
beneath an immeasurable wonder
assuming that the seen happens
without that unseen greatness of Mind
making it so?
Look there swims a duck in a pond!
Yet before that Mind imagined you,
you would not now be able to image
bird, water, or land.
Do you see the power you spring from?
Every time we have dreamt a thing
(be we awake or sleep),
a collective reality of that world rushes in
to be that thing.
in time it becomes set in a stone calendar
the world has wagged its tail
in answer.
Be careful little ape-kind,
be careful of that power you so
heedlessly now use.
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