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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Ray Of The Star</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No ray of the star in the lead, <br>none following, no one vector of light, <br>the compass needle for all the rest. <br>Eye to eye, side by side, <br>like the spikes of an onion gone to seed, <br>companionship and parity, <br>even after billions of light years, <br>every one's still shining among their peers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even your best efforts<br>to make it all into one when it already is, <br>are in musical harmony <br>like dissonance in jazz<br>with every wavelength of heart and mind<br>in a great creative collaboration <br>with every thread on the loom of a flying carpet <br>as big as the universe, growing <br>into the vast expanse of the chaos <br>it's spinning itself out of like the three fates, <br>the daughters of night with their thread and shears<br>severing the lifelines of passion birth and death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let them. Because there's a little green thread of love<br>coiling around your spinal column like serpent fire<br>that can't be cut by scissors or tears, <br>a dragon of dna with rainbow chromosomes <br>riding the stairwells and thermals of its own flames <br>like a wild grape vine, or trout lilies <br>down by the night creek<br>holding up their blossoms <br>like masterpieces to the stars <br>apprenticed to their shining <br>like one genius to another<br>revealing what can be done with light<br>when everyone's working in the same medium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every star, a kiss on the eyelids <br>of a wildflower in a far field <br>that's gone back to seed for a while, <br>every rose and mushroom alike. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every ray of light, a mystic spear <br>through the heart of a disbelieving telescope <br>that's just had a major revelation<br>not only about the true nature <br>of the radiance within<br>but the ore of the darkness <br>that includes it like a diamond close to its heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every lucid needle in the haystack, <br>in the pin cushion of every star, <br>laying out the pattern of a constellation <br>like a star map with a ray of light in its teeth, <br>and every angel that dances thereon, <br>and every angel that keeps its place under a stone <br>as a junkie London poet once wrote, <br>and every demon of a black dwarf <br>that gave its all and everything up<br>until there was nothing left but a black hole <br>or a massive cosmic match head that's burnt out<br>like the ashen bud of a heretic that bloomed in fire<br>like the seeds under the eyelids <br>of the pine-cone of a Zen pagoda, <br>and returned the universe to the darkness it came from<br>like a child it discovered wandering <br>too far from home without a threshold of its own, <br>is patching the wounds of the sacred clowns<br>with the whole cloth of the rags they're standing in <br>with roses and rainbows at midnight<br>and big ripe tears in a windfall of pears<br>that keep falling to their destiny<br>without realizing they're plunging toward paradise<br>every time they lose their grip on things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my unified field theory, <br>whether you call it fana, nirvana, tauhid, <br>the godhead, the plenum void, the blaze, <br>the rapture, dropping off body and mind <br>once the Japanese plum blossoms<br>have turned into fruit and realized <br>no sweetness in the apple bloom <br>no ripeness in the apple, God, <br>Brahma on his lotus, Muhammad on Buraq, <br>Jesus on the cross, Moses on the mountain, <br>or you've just had a serious falling out with your lover, <br>in a world so boundlessly unified<br>we have to resort to stars for boundary stones<br>like illusory barriers between too much and too little, <br>where the sweet water meets the salt; <br>in my intimately impersonal skew <br>of the crazy wisdom of what's happening here, <br>the most accurate thing <br>you can whisper like a poem<br>into your neighbour's or lover's ear, <br>is not two, not two, not two, like the vital pulse<br>of a musical cult of oxymorons<br>at a gathering of opposites in the wilderness, <br>everything clings to one another inseparably<br>like the primordial atom to its table of contents, <br>like a fish to water, a bird to air, <br>a star to the darkness, the heart and the mind <br>to every thought and emotion <br>of the space-time continuum it works in, <br>or insight into the mystery that inspires it <br>to go looking for more grails <br>than there are ailing kingdoms<br>to hold them up to their lips<br>like rain on ripe blackberries <br>or the full moons of magic mushrooms<br>because every dropp of rain's a grail in itself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For every star, an imaginary number <br>of lifemasks like metaphors <br>as many as there are flowers<br>and children of the earth to wear them<br>as if dressing up for life were the embodiment <br>of how awareness made its first appearance <br>like a hidden secret that wished to be known <br>through an infinite number<br>of ongoing myriad things all at once forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ergo: we're all in the same lifeboat together <br>looking for one and the same threshold <br>in our homelessness like rogue planets <br>dancing around one another as if each <br>were in reach of the sun of the other, <br>sister, brother, and lover, mother and father, <br>bonded by the light and life <br>we've all been looking for long before <br>we were born to shine upon one another like this<br>as if there were no difference <br>between the crests and valleys<br>of one wave and another, <br>our fullness and our emptiness <br>on the great night sea of the abyss <br>that is always as pregnant with us <br>as it is with the membranous wombs of the multiverse <br>whenever we kiss in deep hyperspace<br>and a whole new world gets off on us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this realm everyone receives one another <br>like a gift they weren't expecting<br>and are never sure they deserve, <br>down to the last atom of the drunk in the doorway, <br>the exile in the embassy yard <br>looking for sanctuary in his own country <br>by asking you to let him in <br>like the angel of immigrants in disguise, <br>like a teen age girl on the sidewalk, <br>crying like a star-crossed chandelier of rain<br>shattered like a crystal slipper at her feet<br>into the plinths and shards of a constellation <br>you can only see on the dark side of the mirror <br>like the secret reflection of who she is<br>inside the locket she hangs around her heart <br>like the moondog of an innocent suicide<br>no one would have ever guessed she had in her<br>like a conversation that never took place, face to face, <br>heart to heart, when timing was as important as content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you hold up a mirror to your own lifemask, <br>a puddle where the starmud's settled down <br>like the cornerstone of the moon in a tent <br>that's comes to flower in the backyard <br>of a house of the zodiac, you can see in your own face <br>the faces of everyone who's ever been, or is, and will be, <br>you will see in the single eye of a seed<br>how many Japanese plum blossoms had to be <br>scattered down the street like a Milky Way of the ancestors <br>you're descended from, to implant their vision <br>of light and love and life in you. And how <br>transience learned from the wind <br>how to let go and give it all away <br>like the passage of birds and the winged samara<br>of maples across the full moon, all the fruits <br>and flowers, stars and seeds of a generous autumn<br>shaken like the apple orchards of the Hesperides into your lap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to begrudge one atom <br>of this inexhaustible plenty to anyone<br>is to starve to death in your own garden<br>is to deny your own children bread<br>you didn't break with them like a harvest of light<br>so their darkness wouldn't hunger <br>for stars the rest of their lives. <br>Is to live in the shining <br>and grow possessive of shadows. <br>Is to break off a love affair with the waters of life.<br>Is to never feel your eyes ripen from <br>something green and bitter <br>into a mirage of wine in the desert <br>that drinks time spiced with stars <br>from an hourglass of a blissful delirium <br>where even the vipers have learned to dance in the sand<br>among the bones of skeletal keyboards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anyway, you get the point, and once <br>you've got the point, you've got the wavelength by the tail<br>and you're centered everywhere in a boundless universe<br>and the circle is as complete as a dropp of rain, <br>or the growth rings of a tree<br>making ripples in the heartwood of spring<br>to give the birds and the stars and the trees <br>something to sing about they weren't expecting. <br>That no sum of zeroes ever added up to nothing <br>as if something were missing from the very start<br>like blackholes that don't write their names <br>on the galaxies they make out of their emptiness.<br>Out of nothing, one, and in that one<br>that includes everybody you can see <br>how the zeroes got carried away by the billions<br>into an infinite elaboration of their radiant vision<br>of a universe of overlapping circles making waves <br>and all it takes is one insight <br>into the creativity of compassion<br>that steals the breath of the stars away in amazement<br>that one ray of light from the least expected quarter <br>when you least expect it is more than enough<br>to touch your heart with a feather of love <br>fallen from a passing nightbird above<br>that has been calling to you all night in the darkness<br>to see how enlightened everything is as it is<br>when you open up the black holes <br>in the wild irises of your eyes to it.</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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none following, no one vector of light, 
the compass needle for all the rest. 
Eye to eye, side by side, 
like the spikes of an onion gone to seed, 
companionship and parity, 
even after billions of light years, 
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