When you wake to the dream of now
from night and its other dream
you carry day out of the dark
like a flame.When spring comes north and flowers
unfold from earth and its even sleep,
you lift summer on with your breath
lest it be lost ever so deep.Your life you live by the light you find
and follow it on as well as you can,
carrying through the darkness wherever you go
your one little fire that will start again.William Stafford
The Dream of Now
And now to sleep beneath stars too many and too great for more than the smallest comprehension – but with intent to carry, and to awake to and for, my one little fire that will start again.
wind in my wheels 🌱 