This poem, by WB Yeats published in 1899, expresses a desire to demonstrate our love with material things, when all we could proffer to ones we love is our dreams. It speaks of love’s vulnerability.
How often unconsicously we trampled on dreams – when we smile vacantly at a young girl’s declaration that she wants to be a world renowned footballer, or when we smirk at another’s wish to be a successful author, or when we scoff at one’s passion to travel and learn from the world… so many ‘unbelievable’ dreams but only to us. These dreams are laid out for us because we love and are loved. And what about when we doubt our own desire, our own passion? Yes, we also have a love relationship with our selves.
So as we enter the new year, an exhortation for us to tread softly.
May loving kindness light your way…
I wish you abundance in 2016!
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