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“The Future Belongs To Those Who Believe In The Beauty Of Their Dreams.” ~ Elanore Roosevelt.
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~ This poem on the beauty of my own dreams is shared openly as a gift [CC] AZ Zaidi 2007 ~
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I love to think of me as I am..
a thought – yet realizing itself.
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I always see myself as I envision..
a reality coming about in good time.
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Altering destiny in its wake, more than the story of me.
It is beyond what we see – the story of a past yet to be.
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I remember, as a child, wanting the non-existant..
desiring toys uninvented, that were to become my tools.
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Wanting to play with model airplanes, and the mind,
with flight simulators and grand opponents, strategizing.
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I recall longing for that chess partner, no longer around.
And friends distant I wish I could chat with, and confound!
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And I look back and realize that my dreams are ..
no longer dreams anymore. So many of them.
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My dreams have the ability to alter reality, see?
So many toys I have today are the results of wishes.
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So many joys of mine are outcomes of dreams –
and these dreams – children of desires screamed!
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I remember grieving over the Commodore 64,
and now what do I play with? Mac OS X galore!
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Windows showed possibility, but left me wanting more,
So I asked for change, and now Mobile is its final encore!
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I desired the means to share thoughts across time,
and now we have the web & WordPress, beyond MIME.
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I remember missing my baby sister, beloved she.
And now I am blessed to be father to a she and a he!
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So now that I know that my dreams create –
they create the future and my history of time..
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Why don’t I then employ them to liberate –
this future, oh beloved, beyond the curtain blind?
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Help the new age that arrives, as yours and mine,
straight from the Source, through intention divine!
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Which we are! You can see: it is so! Here are we.
And my desire, my burning need, you know is One.
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I wish to attain that single most worthy of goals..
I seek to KNOW –to remain in union with- ALL *.
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So that when I go, its not so much a departure..
as an arrival – to the place of my desires.
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And what, do you ask, is the place of my desires?
It is the state of connectedness to the source of ALL *.
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Poem Titled: “DESIRE MOULDING REALITY“
ALL * = All-Knowing, All-Grace, All-Wisdom, All-Lit, All-Love!
Original version published in early ’05 while working at Apple, Inc., on the now defunct site WadiWallah.com, currently squatted on by a #WebSquatter. That’s okay. We’re here now.
Posted in Incredible, Mystical, Poetry, True
