If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in!
If you’re like me, in the midst of your cluttered whirling world you’ve managed to stop a moment and check out this something that caught your eye. Your body may have stopped but your mind is still spinning, hurling forward with acquired momentum like a crash-test dummy on impact.
It takes some time and slower breathing to settle your mind and really be present where you are. The greater your momentum, the harder it is to stop. And no one—not even wizened Tibetan Buddhists sitting cross-legged on their pillows—can ever clear their mind for long. But you can slow it down, make room for visitors.
I’m knocking on the door and hope you’ll ask me in for a bit. I want to talk with you. I’ve got stories you won’t find in textbooks, celebrity gossip, or the most frequented parts of the web. Friends, family, bosses, teachers—you won’t get it from them, either. Most of them never learned this stuff. I wish someone had told me.
May I come in?