The Weaver of Dreams

The Weaver of Dreams

In the shadowed halls of the slumbering mind,
Where dreams are born, yet often confined,
Lies a secret, whispered through the ethereal mist:
To manifest dreams, one must persist.

Care for them, as a gardener tends his rose,
With gentle hands, where affection flows.
For when the heart is vested in the dream's embrace,
Actions align, in a fervent chase.

In the quietude of the raven's wing,
Thoughts stir and start to sing.
Murmurs of desires, once silent, now aloud,
Words take form, in the mind's shroud.

From the whispers of the night, actions are spun,
A tapestry of deeds, brightly under the sun.
Habits form, like the weaver's intricate thread,
Crafting reality, where once was dread.

Ponder, O soul, in the still of the night,
On the nature of thoughts, in the pale moonlight.
How often do we let them roam free,
Unfettered, unchained, like the boundless sea?

For in the depth of the mind's vast expanse,
Lies the power to change, to enhance.
So care deeply, think wisely, act with intent,
And watch as your reality becomes omniscient.

“Want to know the secret to manifesting your dreams?

Learn to care about them.

When we care about something
we act in ways that align
with calling that vision into being.

We tend to think a lot about
the things we care about.

Thoughts turn into words,
words into actions,
actions turn into habits
and our habits shape our reality.

How often do you stop
and think about
the things you are thinking about?”

• S