Writing in Carl's Class

During our Monday writing class, Carl had us meditate for 10 minutes and then write for 10 minutes on whatever subject we wanted to write about. I was thinking I was going to write on a particular subject, but when I put my pen onto the paper, something else came out and it didn't feel like the right thing to do to try to change it. Because I want to see it again, I feel the opportunity to do it here. Here's what came out:

Today I am dreaming. What dream is to come tomorrow? Hence, hark! Silliness devoid of reason scatters the senses. Writing of a subject eludes me now, eventhough i want to write of other more substantial ideas and thoughts.

Ideals though, we can speak to you of these. Do not forsake your ideals, dear one. They are not so far from you.

Faith, yes, to have more faith will calm your worried, tired heart, sooth your mind, and dry your eyes.

Do not worry about that which time rules over - as you cannot rush others as you yourself have rushed like leaves rustle against the barren brown ground in a squall.

What is it thou seekest amongst the tempest of men that brings you to harbor ill will towards the fates? Have no doubt that the sight of All That Is is greater than those around you - even yourself. But you know that.

Listen for the beat of the drummer, steady and low and the beats pour out a cadence for your heart to follow. Let your spirit dance awhile before making or settling down.

Love one another, but you are tired, so feed your need to be alone now. Wiser you are, but pain is deep and needs time to transform. Give yourself the time. Do not push yourself. Let the others dance for awhile and find happiness in their dance when they are having trouble seeing it.

You may/can look into their hearts and point it out. Joy-bringer. Only one who has known deeper pain can.