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The Future belongs to those who beleive in the beauty of their dreams
He who takes the moral high road never gets stuck in traffic.
You may not think that the world needs you, but it does. For you are unique, like no one that has ever been before or will come after. No one can speak with your voice, say your piece, smile your smile or shine your light. No one can take your place, for it is yours alone to fill. If you are not there to shine your light who knows how many travellers will lose their way as they try to pass by your empty place in the darkness.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are we not to be? Your playing small doesn't serve the world. THERE'S NOTHING ENLIGHTENED ABOUT SHRINKING SO THAT OTHER PEOPLE WON'T FEEL INSECURE AROUND YOU. We were born to make manifest the glory that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconscoiusly give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others.
Our first task in approaching
another people
another culture
another religion
is to take off our shoes
for the place we are
approaching is holy
else we may find ourselves
treading on another's dream.
More serious still
we may forget
That God was there
before our arrival.
When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning
And the future is past
Without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through
The clouds a path is formed
Look and see her how she sparkles
It's the Last Unicorn
I'm alive... I'm alive.
When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest
Though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving
At the Last Unicorn
When the first breath of winter
Through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north
And a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying
And would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear her laughter
Of the Last Unicorn
I'm alive... I'm alive
