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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hidden Jewels In The Ashes Skinless As Light</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hidden jewels in the ashes skinless as light.<br>It's a big place when you only see it through your eyes, <br>but see it through your heart, and even <br>your deepest tears are a wound shy <br>of the bell of silence that overturns the fountainmouths<br>of even the most efflorescent of the arts <br>so many paint on their windows so as not to see it.<br>It's crucial to be a sincere sword in any holy war, <br>but how rare it is to meet anyone with<br>the courage of their clarity to peer beyond that <br>and look up at the stars from a dark, open field <br>and see, despite the way the light shatters like chandeliers, <br>we're not living in a world of broken mirrors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can look into the eyes of the dragon <br>that weeps like rain. You can feel compassion <br>for flying reptiles and then you can kneel <br>at the end of the futon in front of the beaming window <br>and add your own ray of light as if your were humanizing <br>prismatic power mandalas through an antique kaleidoscope<br>by adding your eyes to the sand painting the next moment <br>is going to be erased at the zenith of fulfilment <br>and all the apple bloom like the circus tents <br>of the enlightened clouds and clowns, <br>are going to blow away, as if time weren't <br>just the younger sister of space, but a kind <br>of sad, lyrical wind as well that keeps <br>shedding our lifemasks like the petals <br>of the wild roses and the wings of the flying ants, <br>as autumn comes looking for the maple keys <br>that could unburden your heart and sweeten your sleep<br>like a windfall of the fruits of life that replace it all<br>with a better return journey than when you went into exile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mentored by suffering the improvised myths of our origin, <br>keeping our third eye on the twists and turns <br>of the washboard road we're driving home on, <br>not to be surprised about what's around the next bend<br>or the rock like a hidden chip on a soft shoulder<br>waiting to be knocked off, wondering if life <br>has just provided you the occasion <br>to love again as inexhaustibly as you once did, <br>as if someone's just uncovered you like a hidden housewell <br>or a buried telescope in a graveyard of famous constellations<br>with an afterlife of born again stars, you turn a corner, <br>bemused to be alive, as if you'd forgotten the feeling, <br>and your truly surprised, startled even, when you look to your left<br>that there's a field, half-returned to the bush, beyond a cedar rail fence <br>patched by lichens that look like the seas of the moon<br>eclipsing their wounds as if time really could heal all things, <br>and the last of the common mullein were flowering <br>out of an urgent dream just before dusk, and the light, <br>I swear the light was making making everything <br>glow like effulgent honey, as the leaves on the trees <br>were on the verge of burning, and the goldenrod <br>and the purple loosestrife stood out like complementary colours, <br>mutually enhancing hot spots on the wheel of birth and death, <br>and the star clusters of New England asters <br>and blue chicory blooming by the side of the road <br>like floral prototypes of the new starmaps as the night comes on, <br>each as original as the last, and you're mystically entranced <br>even in passage, of how reality, even in the midst <br>of its dissolution, can sometimes take your breath away <br>with the beauty that's immanent within us all revealed <br>spontaneously like a stranger at the open gate<br>swinging on its hinges of hello and good-bye<br>that I took as a sign this was always the right path to be on <br>after all these light years of driving through the dark on my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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It's a big place when you only see it through your eyes, 
but see it through your heart, and even 
your deepest tears are a wound shy 
of the bell of silence that overturns the fountainmouths
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