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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459560" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A blank page for the Self</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘About the Self, dear seeker, <br>nothing can be said..’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">say the bright-eyed sages with <br>a chuckle and a wink; <br>a chuckle and a wink.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">granting, later, that if you <br>can spare the timeless time, <br>you could start listing (for your self-same self) <br>that which Self is not.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">well I’m not satisfied with that.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m going to start a list <br>for you yourself to add to, <br>of those times when… so, so nearly… <br>you almost, almost, saw yourself - <br>(when of course, not looking for yourself…) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as you passed that mirror in the cloakroom, <br>the shopwindow that’s been newly washed; <br>looked into the rockpool, <br>in your childhood’s waking dream.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you hear – not the first note, <br>but the second, of some Mozart piece: <br>and something tells you that the mind <br>that knew what chord must follow from the first <br>has heard, has known, its self; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the moment that the playful wind <br>makes plastic bag into a jellyfish; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just as you see a kite tail-twisting over the rooftops; <br>before you wonder whether there’s a string; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just as a taste you never met before <br>meets several places in your mouth at once; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the moment that the scent of summer field <br>is sweeter to the nose than any flower; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">these, like messages to say, <br>you’ll never catch me; but you’ll know </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that I’m around.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I’ll leave the remainder of this page <br>for you to add to; or to rest blank, <br>as the remainder that is perfect evermore; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or for you to gaze some moments at… <br>contented; asking nothing <br>when there’s nothing left to ask; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">knowing that you know your present self.. <br>and need to know no more right now; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yet know that there, beyond, <br>is where all stillness smiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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nothing can be said..’ 

say the bright-eyed sages with 
a chuckle and a wink; 
a chuckle and a wink.. 

granting, later, that if you 
can spare the timeless time, 
you could start listing (for your self-same sel..."></div>
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