Keeping the Dream

Sunlight floods my room. Last night was rough, but not new, but fewer in between than years ago.

Sometimes, because of my music and my general writings, people get the idea that the sun almost always never sets in my life. But that’s not true. I have learned to become “comfortable” with my pain. It is part of the reason why I can write about it and transform much of it into one creative project or another. Experiencing, being at one with wherever I am is also part of what fuels my passion.

Suppression leads to apathy. Expression leads to life. No seed has dared to root itself to the earth or stretch out of itself to break through the soil and venture into the unknown territories of light and air through apathy. Yet every seed must express itself in this way to live.

Perhaps, “comfortable” is not the right term. Perhaps I’m speaking of acceptance, of just being in the present moment, knowing that the darkness will pass and the sun will rise, even though there appears to be no movement.

But holding a seed, drawing it close to that earth of your heart is movement. It’s the movement of faith in green and leaves and shade under sun and a strong trunk to lean against in the night. You don’t have to feel it…

You don’t have hear the sound of roots or tender shoot moving soil. You just have to wait.

I am still tender, but there is light and I can see beyond what’s immediately before my face.

The sun does rise, but more truthfully, it’s always been there. It is the turning of the earth, the turning of our awareness that causes this ever present source of energy to fall across our horizon, spilling its colors and light over us.

Demian,
~DreamSinger