Poetry/Inspirations/Dreaming

"We are such stuffbrianplay as dreams are made of; and our little life is rounded with a sleep."
~Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1

"There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own Soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious." ~Carl Jung

"We locked up our wisdom into our bones
And swallowed the keys
They sank in our rivers of blood
And we forgot the maps
Because we had to forget the mysteries
To keep them safe.
We wove our hair into brooms
And swept over our paths
And then burned the earth with our rage
We didn't teach our children
It was the only way to protect them,
we thought
But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
And told them stories and riddles and songs
With no roots, just tangled threads
That would take years to unwind
Just enough time
For the rains to fall again
and put out the fires
For the dams to break
For the rivers to flood
For the paths
to be walked again
For the soil to breathe
And as the old bones crumble
Deep beneath the rubble
We find we've always had the keys
Our stories and our maps
Our paths are revealed to some
And the seeds grow again
The threads are unspun
And woven again"
~Amara Bronwyn Hollow Bones

"God has given you one face and you make yourselves another." ~ Hamlet

"Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves." ~ T.S.Eliot

"The Dream
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose.

Coward complete, I lay and wept on the ground
When some strong creature appeared, and leapt for the rein.
Another woman, as I lay half in a swound
Leapt in the air, and clutched at the leather and chain.

Give him, she said, something of yours as a charm.
Throw him, she said, some poor thing you alone claim.
No, no, I cried, he hates me; he is out for harm,
And whether I yield or not, it is all the same.

But, like a lion in a legend, when I flung the glove
Pulled from my sweating, my cold right hand;
The terrible beast, that no one may understand,
Came to my side, and put down his head in love."

~ Louise Bogan

"The constrictions of the heart and mind
Cannot be measured like so many pounds of pressure--
They simply are there to be worked with, to help us find our way to our true nature."
~Phillip Moffitt

"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

"The struggle in caring for people is more oftenwith what you do not know than what you do. Medicine's ground state is uncertainty. And wisdom--for both patients and doctors--is defined by how one copes with it." ~ Atal Gawande