"The Library" I strolled into the rooms of wisdom. Wisdom shared by the masters,  then into the rooms of fantasy,  dreams, shared by the dreamers. As I run my fingers over covers  worn smooth by the many fingers who  have touched them,  I must decide.  To learn from a master,  or dream with a dreamer. Today, just for a little space of time, I choose to dream.  To dream of a world without pain. A world where we each recognize we are different, appreciate our  differences, respect them, and live in peace. An Impossible Dream? A world where tears are shed in happiness, not sorrow or pain. Where the gentle rains feed the  earth and all living things, where  we all see and cherish  the beauty that surrounds us. An Impossible Dream? I dream of sitting beside a  bubbling brook, listening to the  Faeries laughter as they play among the soft rustling leaves.  Of the majestic Unicorn, stepping daintily through the tree's as he comes to nuzzle my cheek with his velvet nose.  An Impossible Dream? A world where I can watch Pegasus soar through the heavens   proud yet gentle and kind. Or the Phoenix race across the sky,  knowing even though he will be  consumed by fire, in the morning he will again raise up from the ashes and light yet another day. An Impossible Dream? A world where we can love, and be loved, unconditionally.  Where we are not afraid of showing true feelings, sharing emotions, thoughts and dreams, knowing that even though we may not be  "understood", we are respected and loved, as we love.  An Impossible Dream? Yes, today, I chose to dream, now I must go back into the world  I live in. A world of uncertainty , fear, pain and disillusionment.  Where we grasp at happiness,  yet run from commitment. Where rather than accepting what we have, being content, we constantly search for more.  We search for happiness, for peace, tranquility, and love.  What we learn from the masters is  this: We must first love our self. Be happy with who we are. Find our own inner peace, within us. Tranquility doesn't come from  outside us, it radiates from within where we have come to know, and like, what we are.  An Impossible Dream? No, not if we want it badly enough. copyright©aphrodite 2001 all rights reserved