Dare to Live Your Dream.

Before me was a vast inviting Universe

Encompassing a vision greater than the eye could see.

So filled with all I longed to know, do or possess-

With things of beauty, facets of a fuller life;

Some objects worldly, some divine,

Then danger-fraught, now steeped with languid solace too-

With joy through sorrow, comfort easing pain.

All this I boldly dared to dream

Dare to live your dream.

Open up your clouded eyes,

Listen to the music of a richer life

Stop to smell the flowers while you may,

And boldly dare to live your dream.

I struggled up a rough uneven stony track

And each step hurt my aching feet and tore my bleeding soul,

Until I reach the pinnacle and sat alone.

And then my ears began to hear, my eyes to see.

I looked down from the top and smiled

Into the glorious firmament of blue

And walked back down until I reached the common path

I’d  never noticed was so smooth.

Dare to live your dream.

Open up your clouded eyes,

Listen to the music of a richer life

Stop to smell the flowers while you may,

And boldly dare to live your dream.

Mark Humber 

There is a story to this one too...

One day, I was feeling rather depressed about my failed marriage.  All of my good intentions had come to nothing, and here I was - on my own again.  I decided to go down to the Cataract Gorge near where I lived in Tasmania on my own and walk around to try to clear my head. It is a most beautiful place. It was the middle of summer, and I was dressed in shorts and tank-top with no shoes on my feet and I was in self-punishment mode - the further I walked, the more rough the track became as the poem depicts, until eventually there was no track at all.  I climbed to the top of the tall hill and sat amongst the trees and bushes to nurse my hurt and pain alone.  But as I sat there, I reached a deeper or heightened consciousness.  I became aware of the beautiful view so far below me as I had never seen it before.  I started to hear the sound of every insect around me, every movement of the bushes.  Then I noticed peacock feathers around me.  I had come to their secret roost and they were sitting in the trees around me.  They sat quietly and seemed to empathise with the rest of nature with my personal agony.  It was a magic experience.  I gathered up the feathers and keep them on my wall wherever I go – a reminder of this experience.