by Jane Tawel
Dreams on the Journey
By Jane Tawel
July 6, 2021
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Dreams often start skidding a bit,
when reality appears in the road.
And if we are carrying a load,
of a vision that won’t clear up,
smooth and pristine,
but rather gleans from us,
the weight of our meaning,
this gleaning,
is to be
and to see
what lies inert in the road –
well, that is the load we bear.
And yet, we compare
ourselves to the myth of ourselves
not sitting on shelves
but growing and changing,
ever rearranging into someone
that is the myth of our true wholeness.
So now, we can go with boldness,
into the might and right
and the true light from True Light,
ever loving and being loved.
Hither and yon,
to the hopeful beyond,
and all the parts of you and I
Become whole.
The goals of every holy scroll
keep rolling us on and on
Because that is who and what and
Why.
Our dreams become the answer
to the real Why.
And the road is never clearer
but only dearer.
And the task is never fearless,
but only nearer.
And we walk on,
dreaming despite the bumps in the road,
or the mist.
Because though we may miss the gist
We will bear witness.
And in the midst
We will resist the need to just exist.
But instead we will yearn to grow,
Becoming One with the journey’s flow.
© Jane Tawel 2021
