<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Lies Beneath?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From pulp to palpitation cycles spin.<br>Some trace a line or two, leaves from life's tree<br>imprint upon collective memory -<br>the music of the spheres, a melody<br>transcending time itself and its oubli, <br>provide emotions and tonality<br>which, although evanescent, all would win, <br>to find oasis of serenity, -<br>cool shade not shadow of humanity, -<br>amidst the desert of incessant din<br>of universal static all would flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flotsam of time's bark one need not pin<br>down too precisely. Much dexterity<br>excludes from fields of vision feelings free<br>which life enrich with spice we sense, not see, -<br>like perfume on the winds of change to key<br>ambiance of death or dance, chance we<br>must find to take, create to breathe, as in<br>a trance we dream we age by Fate's decree....<br>or else we drown in ephemerity.<br>Page turns before most even may begin<br>to taste their birthright - inner harmony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Page turns before most balance yang and yin, <br>they hungry hang in fear and equally<br>protest vain light and night's eternity.<br>Between expectancy, acceptancy, <br>receding hairline space defines 'to be'<br>against a background continuity<br>where change - to which when young they felt akin -<br>turns traitor, turns on former guarantee<br>to formalize a fress integrity<br>based upon another Benjamin<br>before whose might old generations flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Few understand what lies beneath life's skin, <br>can cause, effect, decode with probity, <br>can probe, decipher mo[ve]ment's mystery, <br>can step by step retrace through history<br>their story sense endowed. Most men agree<br>to hide behind their own effrontery<br>rather than face their ‘present’ destiny<br>whose cards tomorrow's possibility<br>can for today's success deal seamlessly.<br>Few understand to start is to begin<br>to undermine all false security.</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> <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=426283" data-title="What Lies Beneath? de Jonathan Robin" data-description="From pulp to palpitation cycles spin. Some trace a line or two, leaves from life's tree imprint upon collective memory - the music of the spheres, a melody transcending time itself and its oubli, provide emotions and tonality which, although evan..."></div> </div> </div>

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