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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In_Finite Terms - 0987</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eternity in sand grain signed<br>spans time in rhyme that, here, needs bind<br>through more than thirty lines assigned<br>to blossom fair [h]our prose aligned.<br>Perceptions springing from the mind<br>leave toils and troubles far behind, <br>discover karmic scope designed<br>to open vistas well inclined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Societal design supposes<br>though Earth is not a bed of roses<br>adaptation interposes<br>evolving fixed-line blind proposes, <br>to steer change, range beyond laws Moses<br>exposed. Insight metamorphoses<br>closed-mind comfort zone life shows is<br>mirage mirror. All transposes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wide world, or vision narrow held<br>as crutch confronting harsh fate knelled, <br>too often interface is held<br>to preconceptions neatly spelled.<br>Perception cannot be compelled<br>to toe the line, fine print upheld, <br>must seek holistic outlines, meld<br>both seen, unseen, from naught withheld.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet few dare challenge paradox, <br>or view life from outside cant box, <br>and many fear, when door unlocks, <br>free choice, will shiver in their socks, <br>when faced with options seen as blocks, <br>complain about their starting-blocks, <br>call into question how life's clocks<br>seem overtime to run hard knocks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without self-knowledge who can judge<br>events, relationships, and budge<br>responding not reacting, sludge<br>discard, draw trumps, yet not begrudge<br>chance dance elsewhere, who need a nudge<br>to measure, pleasure, not prejudge <br>each unexpected, sundry smudge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Self-confidence prerequisite<br>remains permitting cap to fit<br>while blinker free and insight lit<br>must motives meld both sense and wit. <br>Care not for sects too tightly knit, <br>which come with some predestined kit<br>to offer strictures roast on spit<br>which turns around redemption's writ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When life's soft tick flicks swiftly by <br>when fête holds sway old Time must fly<br>'and not a cloud obscures the sky' <br>why worry, pleasure now deny? <br>For joys tomorrow soul soars high.<br>True, some are smitten, springs run dry, <br>yet few heed inner warning cry.<br>to mist dimiss, wave Time goodbye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fate may be written, it may lie, <br>behind the veil is passing sigh, <br>more is assumed in store so why<br>seek answers which no gold can buy. <br>For, if there's more, hope cannot die, <br>if nothing, then why worry, high<br>and low in turn their fate defy, <br>then wave forgot sink twixt sea, sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's transience, quite underrated, <br>too rarely seems appreciated <br>as if the spirits, once elated, <br>could keep their thrust unmitigated. <br>What lies beyond the tombstone dated<br>has never been elucidated, -<br>though many have prevaricated<br>redemption offer unabated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet dances led, with lead unweighted, <br>quickstep through life, Death unawaited.<br>Why worry if the dice are weighted<br>with finite term anticipated? <br>Perception closely seems related<br>to actions oft anticipated<br>by intuition which, unsated, <br>seeks 'more' before true core is stated. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Time speeds up and hell-for-leather <br>is pressured onwards, storm tossed feather. <br>how drear each day to wonder whether<br>tomorrow's game we'll play together! <br>Ignored too often altogether <br>are ice-burst pipes in balmy weather, <br>or sacrificial goat on tether, <br>when life's free run on hill, vale, heather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim is victim's prescience <br>despite disaster's imminence, <br>secure perception complements<br>self-satisfaction's arguments.<br>Men draw their sense of permanence <br>from self-supporting evidence<br>behind life's surface comforts whence<br>much is drawn, save diffidence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's patterns in advance may churn<br>a warning aura we discern<br>through experience, concern, <br>here cause, effect, respect must earn<br>before anxieties return<br>to haunt, to taunt, or bridges burn.<br>Life's patterns in advance who turn<br>to true advantage, all peace yearn.<br>Unwise who'll sapless, saphead, spurn<br>the hints that candles one can't burn <br>at both ends long. Yet each must learn <br>alone wheels turn. Urn soon we earn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How much of man's self-confidence <br>is self-sustaining self-defence, <br>a mechanism fear prevents <br>although at prudence's expense. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coin cards of coincidence<br>that noise to others represents, <br>turn to advantage, making sense<br>of elements which signs dispense<br>which seed the sentiment events <br>may be controlled as 'whither' 'whence'<br>seem linked by dream intelligence <br>that lasts although we're hurried hence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When cloud free shines the morning star<br>dawn's rose grows gold, presumes too far, <br>as if no shadow near or far<br>could compromise success, could jar, <br>could ever dowse life's vital fire, <br>as if, once launched, the poet's lyre<br>could chant forever and inspire, <br>nor bore nor jaw resentful ire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man's pride still heeds the siren call<br>till morn when free flight turns free fall.<br>that day one lesson learns, - that small<br>sweet seems to gleam when night threats all.<br>Perceptive insight should withal<br>ignore snobs, mob's pedestrian brawl, <br>innately find the wherewithal<br>to scribble, scrawl transcend, soothe squall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then narrow the circumference <br>of independence seems, intense <br>the pressure, the predicaments, <br>when arguments can't influence, <br>invalidate or overturn, <br>decisions others would confirm, <br>when former freedoms won't return <br>to light horizons dim and tern. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those who rely on providence <br>too soon may find at their expense <br>that everlasting affluence <br>rhymes rarely with experience.<br>There is no 'Ave' no 'Marie', <br>no Eden for eternity.<br>Perjured who would guarantee<br>eternity's hours in houri spree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no golden throne and grand<br>when falls life's last coarse grain of sand<br>[the spectre of reign's written hand<br>of course reins in things out of hand].<br>There's no white rabbit, magic hat, <br>no second innings where the bat<br>defies Time's ball. When that is that! <br>dreams of karmic streams fall flat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Fate's hand, tricked and trumped, turns black<br>dark Present weighs, no turning back<br>to glories past. When cares attack<br>fair opportunities all lack.<br>Reflect! Each given day completed<br>is stay of execution greeted<br>before fell final judgement meted<br>when hope for fair appeal's defeated.<br>Reflect! What future radiance shines<br>For anyone beyond life's lines? <br>Enjoy today! The Present signs<br>itself, as Cause Effect aligns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perception balance interjects<br>between life's toil and trouble wrecks, <br>and wishful thinking, thus respects<br>both fear and fancy, trust elects, <br>reality and dreams connects, <br>defensive phalanx e'er rejects, <br>creating vision true, inspects<br>both fact and fiction circumspect.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the above our verse affects<br>to stay on course, spurn side-effects<br>distracting which the truth neglects<br>stems from internal balance, checks, <br>soul-song which laziness deflects<br>to order thought that naught infects.<br>Creative wells leave most perplex, <br>write which 'mots justes' with ease selects.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One could expound till time and tide<br>see mankind taken for a ride, <br>let this short essay thus abide<br>as introduction to provide<br>an insight into vision tied<br>to sentiments that coincide<br>with heart's intelligence allied<br>unto vocabulary wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(2 April 2008)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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spans time in rhyme that, here, needs bind
through more than thirty lines assigned
to blossom fair [h]our prose aligned.
Perceptions springing from the mind
leave toils and troubles far behind, 
discover karmic scope ..."></div>
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