D. H. Lawrence

Dreams ~ A Poem by D. H. Lawrence

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Dreams That Don’t Disappear: A Lesson from D. H. Lawrence

Some dreams fade by sunrise — but the ones you pursue with open eyes can reshape your entire future.

Dreams

D. H. Lawrence

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

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Reflection

D. H. Lawrence reminds us that not all dreams are created equal. Some appear only in the quiet corners of the mind, drifting away with the morning light. But daytime dreams — the ones we hold while fully awake — are different. They ignite intention, courage, and forward motion. They ask something of us. These waking dreams are invitations to shape our lives rather than simply imagine them. When we commit to them, they become the bridge between who we are and who we can become.

What daytime dream is quietly asking you to take the next step?

Podcast: The Sun Inside You: Confucius, Trust, and Becoming Someone Others Count On

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Discover how Confucius, D. H. Lawrence, and modern psychology all agree on one life-changing truth: trust begins with the promises we keep. In this episode, Dr. Ray Calabrese explores the power of trustworthiness, the courage of integrity, and the small daily actions that rebuild self-confidence and strengthen our relationships. Includes a powerful reading of Lawrence’s poem “Trust.”

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Belief ~ A Poem by D. H. Lawrence

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The Soul’s Whisper

Lawrence reminds us that belief is not always something we can name or prove—it is something we feel, quietly, in the depths of the soul.

Belief

D. H. Lawrence

Forever nameless
Forever unknown
Forever unconceived
Forever unrepresented
yet forever felt in the soul.

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🌿 Reflection

D. H. Lawrence’s poem Belief invites us into a mystery that cannot be named yet is undeniably present. Belief, for Lawrence, is not about definitions or creeds—it is about the felt reality of something larger than words. His short, spare lines remind us that what is unseen can still shape and steady us. In a world that demands proof and clarity, Lawrence urges us to trust the soul’s quiet knowing. This kind of belief does not shout or argue; it whispers. It comes not from being conceived in logic, but from being sensed in the depths of the human heart. True belief, then, is not about answers—it is about presence.

❓ Three Questions to Go Deeper

  1. How do you recognize the difference between beliefs formed by reason and those felt in the soul?
  2. Can you recall a moment when you “felt” something true without being able to name it?
  3. How might embracing mystery instead of demanding clarity change the way you live your daily life?

Beautiful Old Age ~ A Poem by D. H. Lawrence

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Beautiful Old Age

D. H. Lawrence

It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.

The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life
lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies
they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.

Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love.
Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft
stillness and satisfaction of autumn.

And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! –

And a young man should think: By Jove
my father has faced all weathers, but it’s been a life!

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Dreams ~ A Poem by D H Lawrence

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Dreams

D. H. Lawrence

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

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Today’s Poem: Belief by D. H. Lawrence

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Belief

D. H. Lawrence

Forever nameless
Forever unknwon
Forever unconceived
Forever unrepresented
yet forever felt in the soul.

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Today’s Poem: Thought by D. H. Lawrence

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Thought

D. H. Lawrence

Thought, I love thought.
But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas
I despise that self-important game.
Thought is the welling up of unknown life into consciousness,
Thought is the testing of statements on the touchstone of consciousness,
Thought is gazing onto the face of life, and reading what can be read,
Thought is pondering over experience, and coming to conclusion.
Thought is not a trick, or an exercise, or a set of dodges,
Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.

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Today’s Poem: Dreams by D. H. Lawrence

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Dreams

D. H. Lawrence

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

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Today’s Poem: Dreams by D. H. Lawrence

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Deams

D. H. Lawrence

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

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Poem of the Day ~ Dreams

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Dreams 

D. H. Lawrence

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

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