Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by WB Yeats
I came across this poem a few weeks ago, and it struck a chord with me. Very often standing up or speaking out we put our dreams on the line. Seth Godin explores this in V is for Vulnerable. Its a risk, sometimes dreams get trampled on, ignored, not appreciated or undervalued – that goes with the territory.And sometimes (yay!) someone gets it.
So tread carefully…