Meditation on Dreams

What happens to a dream deferred?
      Does it dry up
      like a raisin in the sun?
      Or fester like a sore—
      And then run?
      Does it stink like rotten meat?
      Or crust and sugar over—
      like a syrupy sweet?
      Maybe it just sags
      like a heavy load.
      Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by The Estate of Langston Hughes. Reprinted with the permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated.
Source: Selected Poems of Langston Hughes (Random House Inc., 1990)

The Dream we haven’t Dared to Dream by Dan Pallotta

May listening to the podcast from TED2016 and meditating on the poem by Langston Hughes help you focus on what it means to dream, what your dreams are, what our dreams are, and what dreams you have left behind.