Passionate Soul

Once she found her dream
she followed it with all the
passion in her soul.
She spent considerable time
searching
calling
digging
sourcing
and
praying
for her dream to come.

She knew she had one
there just seemed to be
so much space
between it and her.
Sometimes she felt it nearby
like a cloudy wisp brushing her cheek.
Oh, there you are! she would exclaim
And it was so familiar that she wondered
how she could have ever lost it.
But dreams are not ever lost,
she thought,
just
missing
forgotten
suppressed
disregarded
feared
hidden

And finally she found her dream.
Or her dream found her
as the case sometimes is.
And it was more than a wisp.
It felt like a river that flowed through her.
Full of life.
And it had been there all along.
Like a garden that grows within
ripe with fruit, flowers and birds.
Finding a dream is a light that shines brilliantly
and never dims again.

When her dream came to stay
she immediately felt joy.
Jubilation
Ecstasy
Bliss
Wonder
Possibility
Then…compassion.
For all those
who cannot find
or follow their own dreams.
Then she said,
This is my moment!
I will focus on my own dream first.
Then others.
(Like on airplanes, she thought
secure your own life vest first.)

Then she felt relieved.
Victorious
Grateful
Blessed
Encouraged
Transformed
Committed

She began to take immediate action
on her dreams behalf.
For she knew
that it was in the fulfillment of dreams
that the true miracles emerged.

She is a passionate soul.
One of the ones who loves life.
One of the ones who will not give up.
One of the ones will stand for others,
Not To Give Up
on their dreams, hopes, desires.

And the greatest thing
about her dream come true
-that she could possibly imagine-
was that her dream
was to call others to their dreams.
To remind
Inspire
Encourage
Invite
Witness
Educate
Empower
Love

So she decided
that to be unreasonable
about things like
love and dreams and visions.
And she started about her work
as the priestess of dreams.

It is not uncommon to find her these days
sitting in the garden
in a circle of women and children
and fathers and grandparents
asking them about thier visions,
and sharing ideas
about how to make them come true.

She is a passionate soul.
And passion must be expressed.
Soul must be shared.
And dreams must be lived.
“Live Your Dream Out Loud!”
She calls to us from her garden,
Can You Hear The Voice of Your Dream?

Shiloh Sophia McCloud
© 2008