We Live to Dream. A Poem on true love, By Sara Adam
06 Jun 2005
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s like a tedious journey, to preach tolerance, peace, harmony and love.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s certainly not easy to bring communities to a point where they talk about similarities and not the differences. The path is hard, people are rigid and resources limited but IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m hopeful enough to dream that our children will see a new sun rising tomorrow. I hope for the day when no one will be taken his right to live in the name of religion and faith, when nobody will be denied right to work and live in peace on the bases of colour, creed, race, gender or religion.
I want to address the skeptical, the cynical, and the hopeless Ã¢â‚¬" for all who have lost faith in the powers of loveÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦.
I have stumbled, pushed, pulled,
And directed my whole life
Toward the expansion of my divine humanity,
An inner largeness
That keeps spreading my soul before me
And expanding my spirit around me.
Something closed and cold within
Keeps turning me toward the eternal glow of love
Until I melt and overflow
In tears and screams and laughter and roars,
And vitality spins around me like a dance.
I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop now.
I have taken risks
On purpose because I believe in love
And accidentally because I was naÃƒÂ¯ve.
I not only have been burned, I have been consumed
In the fire of hope.
But after the pain I am always resurrected,
To my amazement, again and again
Each time I dust off the ashes of experience
I am deeper and richer
And closer to the wonder of who I really am,
And, as the family of humankind,
Who we really are.