Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Heart Said Yes To Everything My Mind Denied</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart said yes to everything my mind denied. <br>Certain women, poetry, doorways, cosmic risks, <br>a few back country roads that knew enough not <br>to ask me where I was going that late at night. <br>My absurd familiarity with sacred clowns <br>and this ghost dance of stars I see in their eyes <br>whenever one of them makes me cry in remembrance <br>of some old rag of laughter that ran before the bulls <br>like a rodeo clown in a whiskey barrel of fermented sorrows. <br>I said yes to exile. I said yes to my homelessness. <br>I said yes to the reflection of the kid <br>in the broken window of the burning orphanage<br>he'd just pecked his way out of like the shell of a phoenix.<br>I said yes to the abyss, to nothing, to emptiness<br>to the purr of the tides of sand in a desert<br>combing out the manes of lion-fire <br>that bloom like spiritual ferocities on the wind.<br>And I said yes to the rocks on the mountainside <br>who repeated what my secret teachers had said. <br>If you're still clinging to one placard of your freedom <br>you still haven't truly let go. And I said yes <br>and jumped like a snake at cruising altitude <br>without a parachute into a sudden enlargement of everything <br>and said yes to the dragon of that transformation <br>as it took to the wing like a fire in a furnace. <br>Yes to the altars when it was time to sacrifice the hero<br>to the unattainable he surrendered in the name of. <br>Yes to the dark niches of love <br>when the candles have gone blind <br>so much like eye-sockets in a skull beside a wishing well. <br>Yes was a way of sharing what no <br>had a tendency of hoarding for a day that never came.<br>Yes is doing it for everyone. No <br>does it for no one and can't even make it on its own.<br>There's something fundamentally revolutionary <br>and heretical about yes that burns in cleaner fire <br>than the dirty holy water no washes its hands in <br>to rid itself of the matter once and for all. <br>No takes account of every injury like a mandarin <br>standing off in the shadows of a rain dance of willows<br>to see who prefers the moonrise to the lightning.<br>Yes hasn't even figured out it's wounded yet.<br>Yes is the sacred syllable that all others words aspire to. <br>Yes opens more eyes than there are stars to look at. <br>More flowers and doors and hearts to the mystery <br>than there are keys in the spirit's lost and found <br>outside the gateless gates to paradise on earth<br>where no throws its crutches down as things <br>of no use anymore, and yes, the seed<br>that everything shape shifts out of<br>plants them all over the barren mountain side<br>like rootless trees with a path and a voice of their own<br>such that every time the lightning strikes another one down, <br>they say yes, and dropp another pine cone<br>on the fire that will give birth to them <br>like an encyclopedic fortune-cookie<br>whose cup runneth over with assent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, yes, even as the night approaches me <br>like an animal it no longer has to be wary of, <br>as the shadows of the trees lengthen into rivers <br>that disappear into the oceanic deltas of the night <br>like the leafless boughs of the trees of life <br>slendering into the sky like smoke from a sacred fire.<br>And, yes, to the crazy wisdom of this life I'm dreaming <br>I'm living on behalf of someone else<br>wholly inconceivable to me, not shallow, not deep, <br>neither near nor far. Not the intimate familiar <br>of fireflies, nor yet a perfect stranger to the stars.</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=476773" data-title="My Heart Said Yes To Everything My Mind Denied de Patrick White" data-description="My heart said yes to everything my mind denied. 
Certain women, poetry, doorways, cosmic risks, 
a few back country roads that knew enough not 
to ask me where I was going that late at night. 
My absurd familiarity with sacred clowns 
and this gho..."></div>
</div>
</div>