dream

In the depths of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

The brightest star on a cloudless night
Some kind of miracle, almost empty sky...
Just as the bite of the blade wakes the absent mind
There's time to dream and there's time to open your eyes

It is that dream we carry
that something miraculous will happen
that it must happen -
that time will open
that the heart will open
that doors will open
and that the rock face will open
that springs will gush forth -
that the dream will open
and that one morning we'll glide in
to a harbour we didn't know was there.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.  In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret.  In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream: it may be so the moment after death.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep  
  And nodding by the fire, take down this book,  
  And slowly read, and dream of the soft look  
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

Way over yonder is a place I have seen
In a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream

All dreams spin out from the same web.

The theoretician believes in logic and believes that he despises dreams, intuition, and poetry.  He does not recognize that these three fairies have only disguised themselves in order to dazzle him...  He does not know that he owes his greatest discoveries to them.

Illusions and pipe dreams on the one hand
And straight reality is always cold