Wednesday, September 5, 2012

"Ever try to measure the power of a dream..."

Ever try to measure

The power of a dream?

Ever sit and wonder

Where water becomes a stream?

In ways there is no difference

From nothing it begins

The pieces come together

And it ebbs and flows and spins

In time it becomes power

No force may stop its flow

None may know its beginning

But all may see it grow

A tiny drop of water

Or a simple little thought

Can change the world we live in

Rewriting rules we’re taught."

By Robert Longley
I am finding so many hearts in the strangest places.  I see them in the dirt, in rock-shapes, even in gum stuck to ground and I even have a cornflake that is heart-shaped!  I am reminded constantly that love surrounds me, even when I think it is not there. I chose this font today because it feels like a letter of love.  I am writing a letter of love to myself.
When I dance with myself...
the music is soo sweet
that others around me
must move their feet.
We all become one...
a collision of stars.
We were never
There is no yours
and ours.

When I am enough...
each soul seems to stir.
They see how they create
or sever.
When I write letters of love to myself...
I write them to you,
and you,
and you.
For in doing so,
I give you permission
to do what I do.
Poem by Amy Sperry Faldet
The top photo is of two stars colliding in 30 Doradus.  The pictures are from pinterest.  The first poem is a thought by Robert Longley on "Coming Together."
I have been dreaming of stars and hearts and sometimes even both, coming together, lately.
It is re-occurring in theme, not necessarily in plot.  Sometimes it is lace I feel I am looking at, something intricate from Belgium, perhaps; Sometimes, pinwheels that are twirling star clusters, joining in bliss. It feels like a love letter.
 I am sending it to myself in my dreams.  I am sending it to myself in my dreams?
I dream of sparklers and they wand in the night sky and make hearts for me and then, never do they burn-out, they just join the stars above, those sparkles, waving and beckoning.
They want me to join them. The dreams are so clear it is like a spring-fed stream when I wake.  I see it all.  Each one shines so bright in my psyche it is a flash-bulb burnt into my heart and it does not hurt.  It leaves me breathless like a soft, perfect, kiss.  I am in awe.


Palomasea said...

So wonderful to see your post, dear Amy! It is truly magical and pure, as always...
I remember the joy I felt when I discovered a heart-shaped potato while cooking :) I think we begin to see these things when we are completely open to them...
And you have such a beautiful heart! I love your poem...
Blessings to you on this loving journey...
- Irina :)

Georgianna said...

I love every word and image in this magic and light-filled post, dear Amy. It's a precious gift you share here and bring me much joy.


mirsini's creations said...

You are a magical person !!!! Beautiful wise words from a faery soul !!!! Kisses !!

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

Thanks for visiting my little place and sending such light with you, Irina!

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

You are a gift. I am so delighted to call you friend. Blessings, Amy

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

I thank-you for the kisses and such dear words, here and above. You are soo kind and sweet!