We walk too often at night,
when we should be sleeping and enjoying our dreams.
We talk too often in sleep,
when we should be listening and enjoying the music.
We fight too often with words,
when we should be thinking and finding the meaning.
We search too often for things,
when we should be seeing and living the dream.
Walking, talking, fighting, searching…whims and wishes, that’s all.
I dream of a garden of joy. So I am in the garden.
Not someday, not later---now.
Of what do you dream? What is a dream?
For me the dream is reality and it is now.
For some the dream is tomorrow, so it will always be.
Too often we are confused about what it is
to wake up. Too often we sleep when we are awake.
Too often we treat our dreams as whims and wishes
consigning them to some unattainable future, making
our now a nightmare.
Too often we forget where we are,
wandering in search of what we already have
in our hands.
Of what do you dream? For what do you live?
Our whims are what make us drowsy. Our dreams are what keep us awake.
The artwork presented - The Fall of Man by William Blake
