The soul’s gymnasium

The soul’s gymnasium is deep sleep. We know something about waking and a little of dreaming but nothing about “the force that through the green fuse drives the flower,” that inspires and invigorates.

Running to nowhere

Do I dream of the future? Plan and train for it? Then I’m fear-soaked. “Take no thought for tomorrow.” We’re not invited to compromise. Not a few thoughts. Not one thought. No thought.

Coffee, please

Perhaps it’s all a dream. (It’s been said so, many times.) And every aspect of the dream, enraptured and animated by a breath still being drawn, has been designed to wake us up.