Saturday, 3 January 2009

Visions and Ideals

The Dreamers are the saviours of the world.
As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiul visions of their solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; it lives in them; it knows them as the realities which it shall one day see and know.
Composer, sculptor, painter, poet, prophet, sage, these are the makers of the after-world, the architects of heaven. The world is beautiful because they have lived; without them, labouring humanity would perish.
He who cherishes a beautiful vision, a lofty ideal in his heart, will one day realise it. Columbus cherished a vision of another world, and he discovered it; Copernicus fostered the vision of a multiplicity of worlds and a wider universe, and he revealed it; Buddha beheld the vision of stainless beauty and perfect peace, and he entered into it.
Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.
To desire is to obtain; to aspire is to achieve. Shall man's basest desires receive the fullest measure of gratification, and his purest aspirations starve for lack of sustenance? Such is not the Law: such a condition of things can never obtain: "ask and receive."
Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your Vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your Ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
James Allen


Mark J said...

I mused aloud that the only poetry getting through to the mass media these days were contained in song lyrics but it was pretty subliminal at best. Your posts always make me think - not always a good thing :)

Jacie said...

I gave a very close male friend a book of Hafiz poetry for Christmas and it occured to me at the time that no-one else I know would have even slightly appreciated it! Your posts are very thought-provoking Mark - in fact your blog is the only one I regularly read these days as I find most others get a bit 'same old same old' after a while - so keep on with the 'thinking' it produces good stuff! As for song lyrics - I have a bizarre recent urge to start writing songs myself but am hampered by my current total lack of musical ability!