There are 8.5 billion of us walking the sidewalks, yet the space shuttle will never see our existence. Mostly lost in our thoughts, each is thinking our most secret dreams that float up, like pearly bubbles, colliding with The Force who is acting shy these days.
Once in a while, you cup your hand and reach into a well in your heart, raising up your dream, and I can see its glow in your eyes. Oh, how glorious is that sun when you speak your dreams–something about me holding your hand, walking you down a boulevard, to that place where you dreamt of working when you were eighteen.
I wish I could whistle to The Force and bargain a piece of my heart, even my own youth, for a piece of your dream to come true.
But The Force shudders, “I do not bargain with my own kind. It’s all a dream your existence down there, and I have designed it so that she can pursue hers while you hold yours. In my world of dreams, she has a dream only because she can achieve it; or else, I would never break a heart with fantasies. Her dream is not yours, just as you are graced to hold yours in your right pocket! All of you are me, living my dream down there, you may as well, smile, breathe me in, and catch your dream!”
I hang up with that answer; all I have now is a mountain of love you can stand on. And yes, I will hold your hand every day, if you want, and walk you down the boulevard toward that place where you wanted to work at eighteen.
And I wish I could breathe for you, but all that plus courage is only in your heart, where I will pour my love, every day..
God Speed
~ Kambiz Naficy
