Dreams

Some men see things as they are and say why... I dream of things that never were and say why read more

Some men see things as they are and say why... I dream of things that never were and say why not.

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, thereare still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting read more

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, thereare still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dreams.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dreams.

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand read more

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our read more

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new read more

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into read more

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.

On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone I walk with him 'til morning. Without him I feel his read more

On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone I walk with him 'til morning. Without him I feel his arms around me, and when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me.

Through snow covered forests of spirited dreams
nourished to life by crystalline streams.
Jan of
http://jsmagic.net/emissary.

Through snow covered forests of spirited dreams
nourished to life by crystalline streams.
Jan of
http://jsmagic.net/emissary.