<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476707" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Isn't It Obvious</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Isn't it obvious by now <br>matter is the language <br>of the spirit <br>that expresses itself <br>as flowers and trees <br>and you and me<br>just as we are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Matter is the mother-tongue<br>the alphabet <br>the periodic table of elements <br>of what can't be said about God<br>without resorting to signs <br>like water and oxygen. <br>The runes of the mountains. <br>The purple passages of the sea. <br>And the moon who couldn't find <br>anything beautiful in her bleakness <br>long before Samuel Beckett.<br> <br>Out of an almost perfect vacuum <br>out of nothing <br>out of space<br>its thirteen atoms of hydrogen <br>per cubic centimetre<br>like magic beans <br>a longing for existence arises <br>spontaneously out of the abyss <br>as if it just remembered the name<br>of something that came back to it <br>like a lost thought <br>and happily blurted it out like the Big Bang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God mind the abyss nothingness <br>the cosmic id <br>call it what you want<br>they're all just waves of the same sea <br>iridescent bubbles rising out of the depths <br>like independent cells with shapeshifting nuclei<br>or the membranous worlds in hyperspace<br>that start with a kiss <br>and end with a face in the window <br>staring out into the same old darkness <br>like a syllable of dust <br>in awe of the silver-tongued stars.<br> <br>Mind does its best <br>to take a good guess <br>but it doesn't really matter <br>if you're right or wrong <br>because everything's <br>been clear and true all along.<br>The point is. <br>There's no point to this.<br> <br>You just break into song<br>like a bird that can't help itself. <br>You gather everything into yourself <br>like a blackhole <br>with a creative affinity for stars<br>and a key turns deep inside you <br>and suddenly you're walking <br>through an infinite number of doors all at once<br>that have freed you from yourself <br>like a replicating cell.<br>Water looking at itself <br>with eyes of water. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mind looking for mind with mind. <br>The snake trying to swallow its own head <br>as a sign from infinity <br>that it's going to take forever. <br>Illusions of light <br>burning like jewels <br>in the mirror of rain <br>rooted in the starmud<br>of the human brain <br>that thinks if it elaborates enough laws <br>it can hold the universe to account <br>for the cause of its behaviour.<br> <br>Oceans roll off its tongue <br>like drops of water <br>from a blade of grass<br>and things keep on happening <br>like galaxies and starfish.<br> <br>Be the bright vacancy <br>that shines out of your dark abundance <br>like a waterlily putting a white spin <br>on the death and decay of the swamp<br>that aspired to it<br>like the Buddha watching Venus in the dawn<br>or a magnanimous loveletter<br>as long as autumn <br>at the end of a mean affair<br>that sweeps it like stars and leaves<br>off the helical stairways to heaven forever<br>like the memory of mutant genes.<br> <br>Be the eleven that comes of seven <br>and dot the dice with the starmaps <br>of the chance constellations <br>that rolled your way <br>like a genome<br>without asking for your advice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you were really down on your luck <br>you wouldn't be here to know it <br>so why not risk it all<br>like a universe in the beginning <br>in one throw against <br>the wall in a dark back alley <br>that's been breaking banks <br>and bringing the house down ever since <br>like an incommensurable decimal<br>that escaped the confines <br>of a whole number<br>that couldn't restrain it like a straitjacket? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Add yourself to things like zero <br>and amplify their effect <br>like a deep canyon foretells<br>the echo of things to come<br>that are well beyond your voice. <br>You don't need to choose <br>when there's nothing you can't refuse. <br>There's nothing to win or lose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time may well be <br>the adolescence of eternity <br>that puts cracks in its vinegar <br>and wrinkles its wine <br>but who wouldn't rather play <br>than work at being who they are? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honour the wound with a scar<br>that's worthy of what you have suffered <br>to express yourself as you are<br>like a firefly in a palace of light <br>with a deep insight <br>into the black mirrors of dark matter<br>that multiply your afterlives like stars<br>in the eyes of the windows <br>in the house of life<br>that were broken from the inside out.<br> <br>Astound your own vision <br>with the kind of crazy wisdom <br>that knows the crown of the universe <br>doubles as the dunce-cap of a cosmic egg<br>and say what you have to say <br>to add yourself to the conversation <br>like a bridge to the few bars of picture-music<br>that look and sound just like you<br>when you refused to crush<br>the head of the serpent under your heel <br>like the end of the long interminable road you were on <br>to salvation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you were amazed<br>when it struck you<br>like an elixir of life<br>emerging from the eclipse<br>of a dark venom<br>you didn't get up off the ground <br>like St. Paul who had been Saul of Tarsus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you weren't the Tiresias of either sex.<br>There was no blind catharsis. <br>But your heels sprouted wings<br>that mastered the wind like words<br>and the snake flew away like a dragon <br>with a lot in common with birds.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476707" data-title="Isn't It Obvious de Patrick White" data-description="Isn't it obvious by now matter is the language of the spirit that expresses itself as flowers and trees and you and me just as we are. 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