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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476683" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If You Were A Thought And I Were An Emotion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you were a thought and I were an emotion <br>time would still be at cross-purposes with space <br>and we'd still be sitting here <br>dangling our bare feet like two kids <br>over the edge of the abyss <br>when we go fishing for stars <br>not really caring if we catch anything<br>as we throw them back in with our blessings. <br>You can taste the jewels the light's been through<br>sometimes when you close your eyes <br>and the revealed and the revealing <br>are just the water and fish of a feeling <br>idling in the shadows and reeds of the mindstream.<br>There's a way of being lost within yourself that's starbound.<br>And there's a way of being found <br>where people scatter flowers before you <br>all the way to a hole in the ground <br>you're expected to fill like someone else's shoes.<br>You can lie under a gravestone <br>like a man behind a desk with his name on it <br>who's been practising for years <br>to lie very very still <br>in case he wakes the others up in the snakepit.<br>Or you can keep the music on <br>all through the long uneventful night <br>and feel things that have nothing to do with you <br>like stray bits of your neighbour's dreams on the internet.<br>Or you can put a finger up to your lips and counsel silence.<br>Three approaches. Three gates. No difference. <br>Everyone enters the same garden <br>as if Eden were a cemetery in slow motion <br>but that old angel with the flaming sword at the gate <br>burnt out like a candle a long time ago <br>and the serpent's a tour guide for fanatical purists <br>who can't get out of the closets of hell <br>and the apple of knowledge <br>finally took a bite out of itself <br>and has been falling down crazy drunk <br>with the cranky wasps of autumn ever since.<br>Wonder's the passive sister of interactive madness<br>and twice as alluring in her self-restraint<br>than Rasputin in a burlap sack in the river.<br>Wonder sails off the coasts of the clouds like the moon<br>and doesn't lay a claim to what she discovers. <br>She can see and be seen <br>but she doesn't put a name on it. <br>She doesn't need to turn the leaf over<br>like an unopened loveletter <br>to know what the tree means<br>because it's always been her lover.<br>So if you were a thought and I were an emotion <br>would you be the brainwave <br>that rides the night ocean <br>of my passion at the flood<br>or would you be into me <br>like water into mud<br>like insight into a ripening lamp <br>about to fall toward paradise again<br>to see what I've been missing? <br>If you were a thought and I were an emotion <br>and we were to hold hands like a bridge <br>on both sides of the mindstream<br>would the bridge flow as the water does<br>or would you think of the two of us <br>you were the more solid<br>and I was less real? <br>Looking upon me from all angles <br>like a sphere that fills the room <br>like a habitable planet <br>with a dead moon in its arms<br>its only daughter<br>all ashes and shadows and frozen water <br>and nowhere to bury her skull in the earth<br>tell me the truth.<br>If you were a thought and I were an emotion<br>if you were land and I were an ocean<br>because thoughts have legs <br>and feelings have fins<br>(or is it scales and feathers?) <br>if we could bring her back to life<br>like the weather <br>and mend her battered body <br>would it be better to think than feel? <br>Would the solid turn into the real? <br>Would she wake up like a koan <br>with the answer to cancer <br>and the sound of one hand clapping<br>high-five the lightning with thunderous compassion<br>until it rained on the moon? <br>Would she heal? <br>If you were a thought and I were an emotion<br>would all the petals of your loves me loves me nots<br>you scatter like thoughts on the wind<br>feel like one whole flower again<br>that blossoms in the heart <br>and roots in the brain? <br>Illusory cures for illusory diseases<br>would beauty be enough to bluff the pain?</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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time would still be at cross-purposes with space 
and we'd still be sitting here 
dangling our bare feet like two kids 
over the edge of the abyss 
when we go fishing for stars 
not really caring if we ..."></div>
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