The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream;
And what is it all, when all is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks,
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.

Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.

Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty read more

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

You have to dream before your dreams can come true.

You have to dream before your dreams can come true.

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into read more

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

I dreamed a thousand new paths. I woke and walked my old one.

I dreamed a thousand new paths. I woke and walked my old one.