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Is my soul asleep?
Has my heart gone to sleep?
No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake.
Wanderer, your footsteps are
Walking makes the path,
Wanderer, there is no path—
I love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away.
Antonio Machado
Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working,
the waterwheel of the mind run dry,
scoops turning empty, only shadow inside?
Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide
watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence.
Wanderer
Antonio Machado
the path, and nothing else;
wanderer, there is no path,
the path is made by walking.
and on glancing back
one sees the path
that will never trod again.
Just waves in the sea.
Beyond living and dreaming there is something
more important: waking up.
When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain.
What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection?
All your words were one word: Wakeup.
Antonio Machado
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Last night I had a dream…
Last night I had a dream-
Antonio Machado
a blessed illusion it was-
I dreamt of a fountain flowing
deep down in my heart.
Water, by what hidden channels
have you come, tell me, to me,
welling up with new life
I never tasted before?
Last night I had a dream-
a blessed illusion it was-
I dreamt of a hive at work
deep down in my heart.
Within were the golden bees
straining out the bitter past
to make sweet-tasting honey,
and white honeycomb.
Last night I had a dream-
a blessed illusion it was-
I dreamt of a hot sun shining
deep down in my heart.
The heat was in the scorching
as from a fiery hearth;
the sun in the light it shed
and the tears it brought to the eyes.
Last night I had a dream-
a blessed illusion it was-
I dreamed it was God I’d found
deep down in my heart.
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