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posted by christosrodoullatsia at 3:30 am (EST) on Nov 18, 2012
posted by pavlos1 at 1:48 pm (EST) on Sep 3, 2010
What is the dream
going on inside your head?
the young girl said.
Where does it take you?
Does it serve you well?
The man was surprised.
Intently engaged in moving upward
for so many years,
he never questioned his mind.
He just did what it told him,
without asking why.
Now he saw for the first time
with open eyes
that his high-flying world
was filled with emptiness
and bereft of real meaning.
His heart had been cold as ice
or raging like a fire
to destroy whatever stood in his way.
Gently picking up the little girl
and holding her at arm’s length
to look into her eyes, he said,
"Tell me, what can I do?
How can I change?"
"Change your dream," she said,
gazing into his soul.
"Make a dream that serves others
as well as yourself.
Stop sacrificing everything
for money and hard power.
Listen to your love
instead of your fear,
and watch a garden grow
in what used to be a barren heart.
Become human,
and fulfill the promise you made.
You don’t remember it now
but you will,
as you look into the eyes
that look at you."
And she was gone.
But he felt her memory
in the eyes of every child,
every woman,
every man
and every living creature
to whom he showed his kindness.
For that was the promise:
to be humankind.
- by Alexandra Innes (born 1952) U.K./Canadian author, poet
posted by theoldman at 6:38 am (EST) on Mar 8, 2010