Your friends were here – we spoke about <br />everything - except about what’s important <br />to me; no-one was interested to listen to any <br />of my theories; <br /> <br />No-one cared about my rhyme scheme which <br />made me feel so happy and radiant – but that’s <br />okay; Abraham would say – whether anyone <br />ever cares about you – or not – is irrelevant <br /> <br />All happiness should lodge in your own heart; <br />nobody needs to understand – or take part in your <br />concerns – for it to bring joy and fulfilment <br />unto yourself – <br /> <br />Even if I were a nonentity with nothing to say <br />or explain – I still remain a disciple of Abraham’s <br />policy of dreaming the best dream I can find – <br />regardless of my total failure <br /> <br />In realizing any dream of mine – it is the capacity <br />and ability to dream; and the dream itself – <br />that form the substance and matter <br />of my whole universe!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-itself-that-forms-the-substance/
