Stand in the moment
And let life flow around your feet
The tide rolls in
The tide rolls out
Let it take what it wants
Keep your eyes front
on the horizon
Your ship will come in
Watch those ships
White sails furling drifting streaming
Born on a wishing wind
They cannot miss
Like fish attached to your line
reel them in
Faster and faster
With practice comes the demand
They will come
To do your bidding
They cannot miss you
They are of you
Flesh and bone
You have built them from parts of your soul
Further then you can see
Yet not further than your belief
For you can believe
Ten lifetimes forward at least
The waves crash
A sail appears
It jumps the waves
Lightly skimming it arrives
Silvery wet and shimmering
To the umbilical cord of your dreaming
A bit of a dreamy poem sprung from a meditation which fell into my mind during yoga practice this morning.
I have always been a dreamer – always – and was frequently admonished for it as a child. No more. I dream powerfully these days. I dream far out ahead of myself and I clip on lines to those beautiful dream ships whilst they are still at sea and far away from sight of land. Then I bring them to shore.
I wish I could teach some of those I love how to do it but I know, I read a tonne of books on it years ago and other people’s ideas didn’t work for me. I had to form my own method of making dreams come true.
As does everyone.
And we can only help others by dreaming our own dreams – we cannot dream theirs for them.
They have to do it themselves.
I have found that women are the worst at bringing in dreams. I was. I thought it was selfish to dream for myself – I kept dropping my own dream lines and running off to check on others – help them bring theirs home only to return to find my ship had sailed off – unanchored, it had drifted.
I have talked to the bitter, the ones that let their dreams die and blamed others. I don’t want to end up like that. I have talked to others – anxious because time seems to be slipping away and they have so many dreams. There are always ships, there is always time. But start now. For there is always now available to you.
Pick what what you want – the ocean is vast. Clip on and bring your dreams home.
About the media:
The header photo is of some of the Twelve Apostles. An iconic rock formation in Victoria Australia and one of my dreamy dream ship places which I visited with my husband this month.
The video is over the other side of the scene.
The location feels wild. The weather, early morning hour and gusting wind making it even more so.
The coastline is called the Shipwreck Coast due to the large amount of shipwrecks which have historically run aground and been lost here.
A nice little metaphorical irony to my dream ship poem 😉