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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476644" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I look Into People's Faces</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look into people's faces <br>and I see the same wound<br>under many different scars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look into their hearts <br>like a stranger at night<br>through a passing window <br>and I see how suffering through<br>the agonies of life<br>has ripened some <br>with sweetness and compassion <br>and others are already <br>rotten before they fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look into people's eyes <br>and some are vast starlit skies <br>and some are the iota subscripts<br>of scholarly fireflies <br>that footnote the constellations<br>at the bottom of the page <br>with details off the beaten path <br>of their MLA mainstream cosmic thesis.<br> <br>And some are like moons <br>with parenthetical crescents <br>with nothing in between<br>both sides of their smile<br>that isn't a cynical aside<br>about the lost innocence <br>of a phase they've already gone through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some stare back like eclipses<br>that have pulled the blinds down <br>over their eyes <br>like sunglasses disguised <br>by a witness protection program <br>but you just know <br>they're oilslicks <br>on the Sea of Shadows<br>as they were in the womb<br>and in the Gulf of Mexico<br>the black blood <br>of an incorporated miscarriage<br>that hemorrhaged like the pot of gold <br>at the end of the oleaginous rainbow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look into people's souls<br>and I see how afraid <br>they must be of life <br>to hide out in the open <br>like an ocean <br>that hasn't kept faith <br>with its own depths<br>and tries to pretend it's <br>as airy and light as the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The birds are flying through the roots.<br>The fish are swimming in the treetops.<br> <br>I see judas-goats chained <br>to the stakes of their ego-Is<br>like sacrificial tiger bait <br>devoted to their cunning.<br> <br>I see the anti-muses <br>that shadow Mt. Helicon <br>like black holes <br>in the death valleys <br>of human imagination. <br>And I wonder how they ever got here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What bend in space <br>led them to this twisted place<br>like a forsaken road <br>they keep taking <br>like a wormhole through time<br>into the womb <br>of a stillborn universe <br>where the moonlight <br>burns their embryos <br>on pyres of lime <br>beside the dry creekbeds<br>of nameless rivers going nowhere? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along their flowerless banks <br>I see the rib-cages of dead snakes<br>that went witching for water<br>with tongues and tines <br>of Kundalini lightning<br>that ran up their spines <br>like time through a waterclock<br>and the hulls of empty lifeboats <br>that died in the desert<br>at the bottom of the mirage <br>they drowned in <br>hoping to find themselves<br>among those who survived<br>by learning to swim through sand<br>like fish in an hourglass aquarium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd rather walk on stars<br>reflected in the shattered mirrors <br>of my last self-image<br>than repay <br>the generosity of my solitude<br>with mass ingratitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listen to people's voices <br>and they all seem like the same echo <br>with many different mouths.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've tried to respect <br>the mystic specificity <br>of the thousands of fierce individuals <br>I've met over the years <br>but the more I've learned<br>about myself and others <br>the more I see the same mind<br>in many different skulls. <br>The same genius of inspired water <br>that poured an ocean <br>of sentient awareness <br>into everyone of our cells.<br> <br>Union differentiates. <br>Separation binds.<br>I look into people's faces <br>however young or old they are<br>and I see infinite spaces <br>moonlighting as time <br>on the nightshift of the stars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see horror and compassion.<br>I see butterflies sipping <br>the nectar of diamonds <br>like honey in the promised land <br>and maggots born in excrement<br>thriving on offal <br>like the janitors of the dead<br>because everything grows best <br>in the soil it was born into <br>like karma in the fortune-cookies <br>of wombs and eggs and cocoons.<br> <br>I look into people's eyes<br>like sad stars <br>through the generous end <br>of the telescope<br>that brings the far near <br>like impact craters <br>and I see how some people <br>cling to the memory of themselves <br>like underground seas <br>in frozen lockets <br>of water on the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look into people's secret shrines <br>they build like birds <br>in the eye of the storm <br>looking for salvation.<br>And I can hear <br>the echo of their prayers <br>bouncing back off hydrogen clouds<br>like a nineteen twenties radio show <br>thousands of lightyears away <br>as if they just said them yesterday<br>and the universe as usual <br>threw the words back in their face<br>like the cosmic background hiss <br>of snowflakes on a furnace<br>going out like stars.<br> <br>I've seen the innocence of fireflies <br>making halos<br>and the blood-rose weaving thorns <br>around the massive blackholes of death<br>as if they were merely <br>a pinprick in a voodoo doll<br>that got into white magic by mistake.<br> <br>I've looked into <br>the nuclear blaze of madness <br>like an A bomb with shades on<br>and seen the flash and shadow<br>of embryo silhouettes<br>spit out like cave paintings <br>on the firewalls of the fusion wombs<br>that give birth to the heavier elements <br>it takes to survive.<br> <br>But the water's not mad <br>just because the moon's a lunatic.<br>The mirror might seem <br>just as angry as you are <br>but it doesn't feel a thing.<br> <br>Learning wisdom is learning space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It doesn't eat flowers <br>and the weeds don't sting. <br>It takes everything it embraces to heart <br>and nothing's left out <br>from the very beginning. <br>Like the whole of the moon and the sky <br>in every eye of water<br>that's ever looked into me <br>and seen that everyone <br>is the heart of a mystery <br>whose lucidity<br>is their only true identity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's our seeing <br>that makes the flowers open <br>and the stars shine. <br>It's our hearing that gives <br>the wind something <br>meaningful to say<br>and the grass something <br>to whisper about. <br>Whatever you touch <br>walks in your skin from thereon. <br>Whatever you taste <br>be it roses and nettles <br>or sulphur and wine<br>or the sour-sweet radiance <br>of the stars on your tongue<br>you're the flavour of the day <br>in everything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's your nose <br>that gives the burning leaves <br>in the urns of autumn<br>the spectral fragrance <br>of chrysanthemums<br>that are barely holding on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it's your mind. <br>Your heart.<br>Your blood.<br>Your body. <br>Your imagination.<br>Your intuition.<br>Your wisdom. <br>Your ignorance. <br>Your darkness.<br>Your light. <br>Your spirit<br>enlightened or deluded <br>whatever you think or feel<br>is abundantly missing <br>or dream you're waking up to <br>that makes the world real<br>in every mystically specific detail<br>of who you are.<br> <br>Who else? <br>I look into myself<br>as far as the stars <br>at the edge of my seeing <br>fourteen point five billion lightyears away <br>and I can see how much time and space <br>how many species of life <br>generation after generation <br>have been born to give birth and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the roses swept <br>from the stairs <br>of our hopeless tomorrows<br>because they were a tribute to love<br>meant for someone else. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the spontaneous joys <br>that cast their long random shadows<br>like occasional fireflies of insight <br>across the lunar mindscape <br>of this afterlife of sorrows<br>where every church is the gravestone<br>of an unsuspecting god.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look into my own seeing<br>like light upon light<br>in the vast expanse <br>of an unknowable night<br>and I'm cosmically astonished<br>by how many worlds within worlds<br>eyes within eyes<br>minds within minds <br>lives within lives it takes<br>to make a single habitable human being<br>meaning everyone of us sacred fools <br>fit as a genius <br>for the crazy wisdom <br>of a creative life <br>in a self-inspired universe.</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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under many different scars.

I look into their hearts 
like a stranger at night
through a passing window 
and I see how suffering through
the agonies of life
has ripened some 
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