Colours of My Inner Sky

Do not resist your dreams. Let life flow  with blood  on concrete floor of reality to an open space called freedom, even if your body is melting like butter on a hot day. Preserve your freedom, do not resist your dreams. Do not resist your dreams. Let the sunshine of wisdom reach  the darkest spot within you through the slit cut at the throat of your experience even if your hands are tied, legs shackled, vision blurred. Nurture thoughts that make you unique, do not resist your dreams. Do not resist your dreams. Let your spirit rise competing with high tides of the sea to touch the faraway moon even if you have only moon's reflection on your quivering breast, framed with molten passion. Love and be loved, do not resist your dreams.

"Whoever you are, there is some younger person who thinks you  are perfect. There is some work that will never be done if you  don't do it. There is someone who would miss you if you were  gone. There is a place that you alone can fill."  -- Jacob Braude THIRTY YEARS AGO, at the onset of teenage, I was entering into my physical best. I was a little better than a hormone-driven ape and a little less than a heroics-driven rebel. Like a wild mountain river, my blood could gush anytime, anywhere. In moments of constructive anger, it gushed upwards and in moments of constructive hunger, it gushed downwards. In general, life was governed by passionate tides in my blood. What caused these powerful tides in my blood? Dreams caused huge tides in my blood. My dreams were mainly of three types: to learn smarter than anybody, to love greater than anybody and to lead better than anybody. In my keen desire and struggle to transform myself from nobody to somebody, I hated to ...