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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Wish Everyone In The World Were As Mad As You Are</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish everyone in the world were as mad as you are. <br>I wish everyone in the world talked the same nonsense you do <br>and meant as much. <br>Stop crying. <br>I wish everyone in the world were as good as you are <br>and didn't lie to anyone else <br>other than themselves <br>about what the truth is. <br>You shape chaos to your mind <br>like light to space <br>to make a habitable planet you can live on <br>and if it isn't round sometimes <br>and O doesn't always cast the same shadow <br>that the others mimic with theirs<br>I wish everyone could put on your kind of airs <br>and be as good to life as the kind of atmosphere you are. <br>Come on now. <br>Here. <br>Dry your tears with this. <br>All those constellations you made up <br>out of the stars in your eyes <br>are your own private myths and mandalas <br>and you're free to change them as you will <br>and I wish everyone made as much <br>of the light they were given to go by <br>as you have. <br>I'm too much of a thorn <br>to paint the delicate iridescent watercolours <br>I see smeared on your tender bubbles<br>like original pictures of the universe<br>from a thousand spaced-out Hubbles<br>but I wish everyone in the world <br>had your kind of genius for vulnerability.<br>You hold up a single feather of light <br>like a candle among stars <br>like a green leaf in the middle of winter <br>and the world that is inured to three dimensions <br>for infinitely tedious reasons <br>would rather put its eyes out <br>and gape like blackholes <br>than see as you do <br>that there are countless seasons to the soul<br>that burn like a phoenix<br>and there's nowhere you can point to in the darkness <br>that isn't an equinox of love and understanding<br>when the sun shines at midnight<br>and spring harvests what the autumn sows.<br>Having a deep cosmic insight <br>like a stranger beyond lucidity <br>into the windows of the houses of your own zodiac<br>might make you look like a maniac to the neighbours<br>who keep watch in their asylum<br>against any kind of freedom <br>that might release them from their lighthouse <br>like a geni from a lamp<br>that doesn't conform to anyone's wishs but her own<br>but I wish everyone had the courage <br>you have not to be them.<br>Life isn't fair or unfair. <br>Life isn't kind or cruel. <br>It isn't half-Buddha and half-fool. <br>Neither impersonal<br>nor sentimental <br>life isn't a kind of obedience <br>to its own rules <br>as if it were bound like God to keep its word. <br>Or what? <br>Who else is there to answer to? <br>All the taboos want to be thresholds <br>and all the thresholds <br>want to run away from home. <br>Could be a curse. <br>Could be a blessing. <br>Could be just more idle words. <br>But you're not like that. <br>You're not a fountain mouth <br>that mistakes alphabets for birds <br>and holds them to the letter of the law <br>in a world full of music. <br>It's enlightenment to sing to a window. <br>It's ignorance to sing to a mirror.<br>But you don't sing to either <br>and your song is clear as running water <br>all the way down the mountain. <br>The picture-music <br>of your eyes and your ears<br>can already hear the ocean from here <br>that gathers to receive the flowing<br>like the heart receives blood <br>like the mind receives your thoughts.<br>Look out at the world. <br>You're the host. <br>Look inward. <br>You're the guest. <br>You can break bread with the dead <br>without being a ghost. <br>You can drink wine with the living <br>and it's the wine that gets high on you <br>flowing into a seabed of shadows on the moon<br>that hasn't touched a dropp for years. <br>Don't believe what the cynics say about innocence. <br>They have the sensibilities of blackflies<br>trying to draw blood from the Mona Lisa.<br>Don't grieve if you're a butterfly <br>that can't follow the flightplans of the maggots. <br>There's only a slight difference in wingspan<br>between a waterbird and a phoenix <br>but it would take lightyears <br>to measure a single feather of yours.<br>There's no cult of the rose <br>that insists it fall upon its own thorns first <br>or the moon draw first blood <br>on the blades of its own crescents.<br>You don't have to scar <br>your own deathmask with experience <br>just to prove you knew <br>how to eat the pain and bleed.<br>You don't have to wear your face in public <br>as if it were something you kept up your sleeve.<br>Dice might be the foundation-stones of the lost <br>but that doesn't mean <br>you have to go pearl-diving <br>for the moon in quicksand<br>or change your song like a jukebox <br>playing the slots <br>when you're a mermaid on the rocks. <br>I wish everyone had the same chance <br>to risk it all as you do<br>and win back their lives <br>like eleven come of seven <br>insteading of seeing everything <br>as if they were jinxed by inasuspicious birds<br>turning the wrong way on a prayer-wheel <br>that keeps coming up snake-eyes <br>with every roll of their skulls.<br>You can't heal the luck <br>of a wounded Nazi <br>by turning his swastika the other way.<br>You can't teach snakes to bite other people. <br>And you don't know enough <br>if there's anything left to say or understand<br>and even then there's a silence<br>that still longs to be heard <br>like a humming bird sipping honey from your ears <br>or deep in a telescopic wishing well of stars<br>burning in a dream of mirrors<br>they walk across <br>like fire on the water <br>or the distant blue notes <br>of the hidden nightbird<br>that echoes your tears <br>as if it were crying out in the darkness <br>from the safety of a secret place <br>for the same reasons you are.<br>As if it were trying to befriend its own sorrow <br>and weep for tomorrow as you do <br>for all the things of the past <br>it won't even know it's missing.<br>I wish everyone in the world <br>could live the future as you do <br>as something that is already happening now.<br>Even when you're crying<br>because you don't think you're brave enough<br>not to. <br>You're not a lame princess<br>that anyone needs to rescue. <br>You're a dragon bringing rain. <br>And if the snakepit hisses at you<br>like a social structure<br>and calls you insane sometimes<br>because you have wings<br>and they still hug the earth <br>all tied up in knots<br>taking their poisons out on each other <br>to keep from feeling anything <br>it's just their way of defining sanity <br>by the standards of the numbest.<br>It's not you that's crazy. <br>It's not you that's the dumbest. <br>I wish everyone in the world <br>were as warm-blooded and wise as you are. <br>When the serpent fire at the base of your spine <br>has passed through the doors <br>of all your chakras like vertebrae <br>and you're already a circumpolar constellation j<br>just a little off true north <br>shining like Draco <br>why worry if you're no good <br>at the game of snakes and ladders <br>they play like politics and religion back here on earth<br>to see who gets to be the pillar <br>and who the quicksand. <br>You understand way more than that.<br>I can tell by the fire in your eyes <br>that you're a phoenix among stars<br>and you've transcended the eagles and the houseflies<br>that can't even begin to imagine <br>the kind of heights you can reach to <br>or the depth of the view below you<br>when you're riding your own thermals <br>like beautiful helices in the mindstream <br>for the sheer joy of being only you.<br>Even now. <br>These tears<br>that run all the way down to your lips<br>as if water had fingertips <br>what are they <br>but the way you cry for things <br>that everyone else didn't? <br>I wish everyone in the world could be like you.<br>I wish you could teach us all <br>to stop living a spiritual lie <br>on the deathbed of an earthly truth <br>as if that were the only way <br>to foolproof ourselves <br>against reality<br>like a stranger looking through our windows at night<br>who doesn't recognize herself in us<br>because most of us aren't as brave and free as you are <br>to leave the door ajar<br>and let whatever wants to come in <br>come in.<br>Some track in mud. <br>Some.<br>Stars.<br>And the mud flowers in light. <br>And the stars bloom in fire.<br>And one looks up <br>and the other looks down <br>on each other's likeness<br>reflected in the other<br>as if they were engendered by the same being. <br>Sight is a kind of love <br>and I wish everyone in the world <br>were inspired by the mystic dimensions <br>and intimate clarity of your kind of seeing<br>that even through these tears <br>that I'm not having much luck in wiping away<br>can comprehend a world <br>that's more wonderful than it thinks it is.</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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I wish everyone in the world talked the same nonsense you do 
and meant as much. 
Stop crying. 
I wish everyone in the world were as good as you are 
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