<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Daily Joy to be Alive</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No matter how serene things<br>may be in my life,<br>how well things are going,<br>my body and soul<br>are two cliff peaks<br>from which a dream of who I can be<br>falls, and I must learn <br>to fly again each day,<br>or die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death draws respect <br>and fear from the living.<br>Death offers <br>no false starts. It is not<br>a referee with a pop-gun<br>at the startling <br>of a hundred yard dash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not live to retrieve<br>or multiply what my father lost<br>or gained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I continually find myself in the ruins<br>of new beginnings,<br>uncoiling the rope of my life<br>to descend ever deeper into unknown abysses,<br>tying my heart into a knot <br>round a tree or boulder,<br>to insure I have something that will hold me,<br>that will not let me fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart has many thorn-studded slits of flame<br>springing from the red candle jars.<br>My dreams flicker and twist<br>on the altar of this earth,<br>light wrestling with darkness,<br>light radiating into darkness,<br>to widen my day blue,<br>and all that is wax melts<br>in the flame-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can see treetops!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jimmy+Santiago+Baca">Jimmy Santiago Baca</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418217" data-title="A Daily Joy to be Alive de Jimmy Santiago Baca" data-description="No matter how serene things may be in my life, how well things are going, my body and soul are two cliff peaks from which a dream of who I can be falls, and I must learn to fly again each day, or die. Death draws respect and fear from the livin..."></div> </div> </div>

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