I dream things that never were and say why not? George Bernard Shaw
Dulcinea wasn't going to let an old witch spoil her birthday.
From Dulcinea in the Forbidden Forest by Ole Konnecke.
I.
Tilting at windmills
Delusional as Don Q?
Define delusion
II.
My highest power?
Choice.
I choose
to believe in manifest destiny –
my own solely,
my innate inalienable right to expand.
What I dream
is not necessarily impossible.
Improbable, perhaps.
Yet if clownfish can change
from male to female –
or a desert into a forest –
surely, I can become
a constellation I christen Dulcinea.
A rescuer, not the rescued.
A seeker of Source,
of the rebirth of a sweetened heart.
What
calls Grace Notes, a term the singer in me loves:The name “Dulcinea” means “sweetheart.” No doubt inspired by Don Quijote.
Deserts can indeed turn into forests.
And, last but not least, I love Dulcinea, who fearlessly entered the forbidden forest to rescue her father.
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Just what I needed to read on this rather gloomy morning--the message that all things are still possible. Thank you, Jeni.
love this! “What I dream
is not necessarily impossible.
Improbable, perhaps.
Yet if clownfish can change
from male to female –
or a desert into a forest –
surely, I can become
a constellation I christen Dulcinea.”