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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If Only I Could Remember Things For Awhile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If only I could remember things for awhile<br>as they were before they changed. Savour them.<br>Let the flavour of the jewel <br>that's been ripening in my voice <br>wash through my mouth<br>like the mystic blaze of a star sapphire<br>and every word I say be a firefly of insight<br>that can shed some light on dark matter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would that my tears fell fruitfully enough <br>to feed the world, that one dropp of my blood <br>after years of preparing the potion, were enough <br>to immunize a whole planet from affliction. <br>And what marvels would my eyes not delight <br>in showing anyone, if they could astonish the blind <br>like an orbiting telescope that's just had <br>its cataracts removed <br>like the reflection of the moon peeled <br>like an albino eclipse off the black mirror of the lake<br>only to discover that all this time they groped through the dark <br>like star-nosed moles, it was their own face that got in the way <br>of what was shining. If only my hands<br>knew how to build like the birds <br>and my bones were strong crossbeams and rafters, <br>what palaces of light and water and air<br>would my heart not offer to the homeless<br>like the growth rings of a maple tree <br>that threw them the keys like winged samara <br>and said, move in, its yours. It's built on bedrock<br>not the quicksand cornerstone of a slum lord. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the lonely sitting with their cats and their elbows<br>in half-opened windows, observing <br>the pigeons and the stars for memorable events, <br>I would break this long fast of my solitude <br>like black Slavic peasant bread with strangers <br>who sat above the salt at the table <br>as my honoured guests, and ask them, eye to eye, <br>heart to heart, all ears, as if I were a radio telescope <br>listening like Seti, if they've heard any news back yet <br>from Bellatrix or Rigel, and which <br>of Jupiter's shepherd moons is hiding <br>a secret affair with life that everyone's dying to know. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's heart-breaking that we can't all bring our tears to bear <br>into one cloud weeping over a drought like a dry creekbed<br>where we're all hibernating in our own starmud<br>like toads and frogs waiting for flashfloods of the next rain<br>to underwhelm us like gravestones in a makeshift cemetery.<br>What would the world be like if we could <br>walk up a long country road at night far from ourselves <br>and not have to ask the roadkill for directions in life? <br>As if we were sure enough where we were going <br>to risk being followed by the lost like a starcluster of fireflies <br>within the compass of everyone's bearings, not <br>out there somewhere like the ghost of a spaced-out lighthouse<br>but like the porchlight of nearby farm on a summer night <br>that draws living things out of the dark like the full moon to it, <br>even if it just be gnats in the air, bats, or Luna moths, <br>what a seance of life we could be to each other <br>as if we left the screen door unlatched<br>for any lunatic of the light on the road this late at night<br>who might wander in like the seeds of new themes on the wind <br>to enrich the bright vacancy of our dark abundance<br>with a starmap to where our buried treasure lies hidden <br>like diamonds in the ore of the hearthstones of our hearts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could take the whole of my darkness <br>and enchant its snakepits into the wavelengths <br>of the light I would have emanate out of me <br>like the rainbow body of a Tibetan rinpoche <br>entrusted with the wisdom of the Himalayas<br>to seek a low place among the stars like a sea <br>that all things flow down into like the shining images <br>we retain of ourselves like the reverberations <br>of experienced luminaries echoing <br>like seasoned birds to each other <br>in the valleys and black holes of tears and death below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sacred syllables of immortal butterflies<br>in the orchards of morning and moonrise. <br>I would shine down upon the abyss of the lovers <br>like a water star from the bottom up <br>of all the burning bridges they have yet to cross <br>like Aldebaran at zenith, or Cygnus at nadir, <br>to get them to the other side <br>of what binds them to each other <br>like water and air, light, earth and fire, <br>and each moment of my life, every step<br>I risked anew, I would become the way <br>that's never taken itself before this deep into the mystery<br>of what it means to be alive and everywhere <br>be endangered by the beauty of our own awareness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instead of breathing for the dead as long as I can <br>underwater on the moon, I would invite them <br>to make a new birthmark in new medium <br>that calls them back from the night like light <br>from the scattered ashes of the empty urn of a star <br>coming together again in a gravitational womb <br>of their own remains, where everyone achieves <br>the all consuming illumination of their endless afterlives <br>by opening the koan of a single flower <br>in the light of their darkest hour of perennial insight.</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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as they were before they changed. Savour them.
Let the flavour of the jewel 
that's been ripening in my voice 
wash through my mouth
like the mystic blaze of a star sapphire
and every word I say be a fire..."></div>
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