The Dream Remembered

In a blink’s soft hush,

,time stacks upon time;

the world keeps turning,

never pausing on a dime.

What rises like breath

will settle like rain

,and all that was lost

remembers its name.

So don’t fear the falling

of long-woven truths;

leaves drop their stories

to green tender shoots.

Now is the hour

to sketch out the new

—by moon-drift and morning,

let wonder lead you.

Come one, come all,

you laborers of Love

—Empathic kinfolk,

Nature’s beloved.

Come Artists and Healers

with soul-lanterns aglow,

Teachers and Builders

—our root work below.

Come Growers and Gatherers

,the Earth’s open hands,

Archivists, Researchers,

keepers of lands.

Come Dreamers and Thinkers,

Those sideways of mind,

Inventors of futures

that heal humankind.

Come Guardians of balance

,the watchful, the wise

—the heart of the forest

,the stars in our skies.

Gather your voices

,let wonder be law;

from soil to starlight

,our weaving is one.

What’s planted in shadow

will rise with the sun;

the wind bears a whisper

—the work has begun.

The dawn is approaching,

its breath on the blue;

the dream has remembered

,and she’s singing through you.

Until the next turning of the quill ~ Casie