An online Catholic family dream poetry and art website and journal
with historical dream and dream drama textbooks
and science concepts,
This is a personal, creative family website of Sara Kumar.
I'm not asking for donations, and you can view my writings,
without paying money. If you'd like to perform one of my music
compositions, poems, or dramatic pieces, you can, and you are
welcome to email me.
I enjoy editing my work with friends, and harmony I hear.










The shadows are like
So newly polygonal
In this place, you know?
I need to thank God
For shoestrings that are lovely
My friend is so near
I thought about, after I thought
about a painting, thank God.
It's not pictured here,
but the dreams are connected.​
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Every lovely beauty
dream,
Darling homies,
let's listen to
our mp3's,
Thank God
Let there be peace internally,
Lord God










Dona nobis pacem,
no más violencia


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“Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.”
Thornton Wilder,

Sanskrit is beautiful,
and so is Latin.
Lenguas antiguas son tan bonitas, and so are modern languages.
Text and wording by Sara Kumar
Text and wording by Sara Kumar
Pink-toned text and wording by Sara Kumar

What about dreams
with Sara Lee Apple Pie
and we can talk about
healthcare
and not be scared no more
and we can dream about
the cost of things
with love
and not be scared no more

What is the stuff
air is made of?
Meneeds to dream
about a ship,
and it don't cause me to slip
Deo Gratias
Text and wording by Sara Kumar
Text and wording by Sara Kumar




“ROSE: I been standing with
you! I been right here with you,
Troy. I got a life, too. I gave
eighteen years of my life to
stand in the same spot with you.
Don't you think I ever wanted
other things? Don't you think
I had dreams and hopes?"
wrote August Wilson
And I saw a teacher from a new land cross a long bridge safely, and Love came, and Love was there,
in my dream, and I had hope again.



Text and wording by Sara Kumar








“Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”
Thornton Wilder,
Thank God for the placement
and the placement of the
seams on my pillowcases.
There is a header on each webpage,
so if you scroll down, you can view
more content after the header.
This is the end part of the header.
There is a footer on each webpage also,
and there, you can read about my life.
The vocation is to love, and let us try.
Sara Kumar, Internet Poet and Playwright, and sometimes,
In The Moonlight, I believe I am a Systems Engineer
And El Greco Dreams of Pentecost,
A Prelude
Written text in brown-clay color, story, and design concept by Sara Kumar
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In May, of the year 1599,
a woman had a dream,
at Holy Trinity Church, in Stratford-upon-Avon,
and London merchants were docking a small boat,
upon the bank of the River Thames,
near Winchester Palace Park, in Southwark,
in London,
after finishing a longer voyage, on a large ship,
from the East Indies, around the Cape of Good Hope.
William loved to dream inside a small house,
next to a theatre called The Rose, at times,
when his dear friend, the Earl,
went to meet diplomats.
The Rose was near the River Thames, in Southwark,
and William missed his friend, the Earl,
and the woman, who was dreaming at Holy Trinity.
One of the merchants tapped William's shoulder,
lovingly, and he said,
"Kin ya sign sir name here?"
And William cried, and he said,
"Ah'm not the kind to cry, sir."
And William signed his name, on a playbill,
for his play, "Henry the Fifth."
"Tank ya kindly, then. Ah'm goin' awn to India,
kindly then," said the merchant.
"So-so then," said William,
and he rubbed his left shoulder,
and he dabbed his right eye, lovingly,
with a handkerchief.
And William drew the beginnings of a boat,
on his paper,
and the merchant stepped inside the theatre,
and he kneeled down and prayed quietly.
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The man listened to me with concentration.
I did not know his Christian name or even his surname.
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He did not ask me mine, either.
And yet at a certain moment
he said, "Anna" (so he did mention my name),
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"how very like me you are
-you, and Stefan too,
you are both like me.
And my name is Adam."
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from "The Jeweler's Shop" by Karol Wojtyla, 1960
page 54
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TOGO - CIRCA 1969 : Cancelled postage stamp printed by Togo, that shows Painting Pentecost by El Greco, circa 1969.
Shutterstock editorial credit:
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TOGO - CIRCA 1969 : Cancelled postage stamp printed by Togo, that shows Painting Pentecost by El Greco, circa 1969.

Shutterstock editorial credit:
ilapinto
TOGO - CIRCA 1969 : Cancelled postage stamp printed by Togo, that shows Painting Pentecost by El Greco, circa 1969.
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