stealing dreams 

stealing dreams

stealing dreams

it all comes back to eye contact. and you don't even have to be in the same room. you look and you see something you recognize. a part of you that needs saving. a part of someone's genius they forgot. naomi shahib nye talked about it-- about finding ears that already know.

and is it fair, really, to ride coattails on someone else's shooting star? you remember being on that dizzy ride-- the flames that at first just warmed those cold parts of you that hadn't been touched in years. and later those same flames, burning you out. you think you can save someone else the trouble of the crash, you think they can skip the broken part and go right to the breaking through.

you understand the deep pull of the nodding off. who doesn't want the sweet dark dreamtime, where everything falls away, and for even a 20 dollar time there is the oh! of release. where there is no lonely.

open palms to find the dream there, shivering. your dream, his dream, our dream. all the same, no different. one spoken, one sighed.

shake yourself. it's time to be awake. to learn to sit with all of it, the fire and the ice. to not be afraid to feel it. there are many ways to go into the dreamtime, even with your eyes wide open.