Where the Dream Reveals You
WRITTEN BY DEBORAH BERRY
Come softly now, the mountain knows your name,
It’s called you here through fire, dark, and flame.
Through winding roads where ancient waters run,
Where shadow rests beside the rising sun.
Beneath the falls, let thought dissolve to sound,
Let broken edges fall back into ground.
The stream speaks truth in silver threads of light,
A knowing felt, not forced into the sight.
Here, you are not becoming—only being,
Awake inside the space between the seeing.
The mind grows quiet, learning how to bow,
The heart remembers what it knows is now.
Dreamcatchers sway where breath and stillness meet,
Each woven strand a soul-story complete.
Old grief, new hope, the ash, the spark, the flame—
No part of you arrives here by mistake or shame.
We gather not to fix, but to allow,
To listen deeper than the why or how.
Kindred spirits, walking side by side,
Where truth no longer needs a place to hide.
Fire warms the place where courage learns to stay,
Darkness teaches light to find its way.
And light—ah, light—returns without demand,
Like Mother Earth reaching for your hand.
Feel it now—the circle, wide and whole,
The quiet weaving of the mind and soul.
Energy moves where love has made a seam,
This is soulweaving. This is not a dream.
It is the walkabout your heart once knew,
A sacred revealing known by you.
And when you leave, the mountain will remain,
But something ancient travels in your veins—
A stream of light, unbroken, clear, and true,
The dream fulfilled… because it lived through you.