“In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions roll into shadows and root, growing into stories.” ThinkingStoriesDreamRememberMotherSongDiesBornSleepGrowingBrokenBedShadowRootsHealedOld SongSleep And DreamBroken Images Author:Meinrad Craighead
“God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.” MadeDreamLightNightSleepHighestShadeVisitingSleep And Dream Book:Poems Source: Poems
“We are often too late with our brilliance. We are on time delay. The only instant gratification comes in the form of potato chips. The rest will find us by surprise somewhere down the road maybe as we sleep and dream of other things.” DreamFormSleepLateSurpriseInstantToo LateDelayChipsPotatoesGratificationBrillianceDown The RoadInstant GratificationPotato ChipsSleep And DreamSomewhere Down The Road Author:Richard Schiff