Only through blossoming senses can we dream a poetic dream—a dream that can transform our lives, sowing seeds of harmony and beauty. We don’t only dream at night when we sleep; dreams also come like waves of inspiration during the day, coloring our everyday lives with magic.
Dreams have a deeply physical character. The body is a dream vehicle, and it must be receptive in order to navigate gracefully through the ocean of dream magic. It must be able to surrender freely to dreamlike interaction.
If we want to experience bright, poetic sleep, we must work consciously during the day. What do we smell, taste, touch, see, and hear? This is the awakening of the senses—a process of attuning ourselves. We allow the senses to activate their perceptive abilities, so that when we are immersed in the dream universe, they are more sensitive and receptive.
The dream world and the waking world are connected. They are the two links in the symbol of infinity. We slip from one into the other, and life continues to unfold. When we realize that we can be awake while asleep, and that we can dream while awake, we begin to find the balance between two vital axes—awakening a new perception of life.
In some magical way, we begin to move with the cycles of nature. We become part of the greater whole. We observe the moon, the stars, the leaves falling from trees—only to return, bright and shining. And we feel that this is exactly what our existence is like: An eternal being, ever-changing—changing clothes, opinions, desires, and evolving.
The only way to keep Memory alive—our luminous, eternal self—is through dreaming. Dreams are the poetic self that we must learn to love. With the same passion with which we have once felt pain. With the same thirst that drives us to stay alive in a world of shadows.
Dreams bring the breath of the soul to the surface of the dark lake, illuminated by moonlight. They are the white doves that open the Gates of Heaven.
And if nightmares still come like thorns to disturb us, it is because we have not yet given space to the fragrance of the rose within. We have not yet exercised our senses enough to perceive the beauty of our inner garden—and how deeply we need to tend to it. To cultivate it with poetry, art, and boundless dreaming.
Edited in English by Dimitra Fardi, EAL teacher.