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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Slowly Over The Years</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly over the years <br>like a queen cobra that didn't like <br>the music she was dancing to, <br>the right song but the wrong flute, <br>life has made a big impression on me<br>by showing me what it can do<br>to the magnanimous equanimity <br>of all those who went looking for the Buddha<br>to explain what they'd just done to themselves <br>in the late sixties by straightening out their wavelengths <br>like the curls in their long bucolated hair, <br>or the creases under the eyes in the mirror <br>that weren't there yesterday<br>or the day before whenever I last cried. <br>I used to tattoo starmaps like blackholes <br>on the bad moon rising of my skull <br>like the eye sockets on one roll of the dice. <br>I put an emergency exit sign over one ear <br>and over the other. Enter here. <br>Like the back and front covers of a hardbound book. <br>Emotional butterflies caught in the passions of a forest-fire<br>like broadsheets in a revolution, <br>spiritual gazelles like slim first volumes of poetry<br>martyred in the eternal flames <br>of the solar corona with the mystical sun dog<br>they mistook for their third eye <br>before it evaporated into thin air <br>like the last two drops of bloodshed on the savannah.<br>It rained vipers. It rained manna. <br>Authority struck my crystal skull <br>with an iron billy club <br>it carried around like an organ transplant<br>in case of urgent insurgencies <br>and where you can see all these little frayed threads<br>of the deltas and rivers and roads I've been down<br>like a pilgrim asking everyone I met along the way<br>whose holy war this was and had they seen<br>a dreamcatcher fractured by nervous, white lightning <br>walking in its sleep on the moon somewhere<br>uprooting the wildflowers of the stars in her eyes <br>to replant them like corneas in the gardens of the blind.<br>Right here. Where that shard of a star is missing<br>like the capitol of an unknown country <br>is where I broke out of the cosmic egg <br>and made a getaway like an arrow <br>in the opposite direction of the divine. <br>Not every journey ends in a shrine.<br>Right here is where I stepped out of the night woods <br>like starlight through my eyelashes <br>into the clearing of a vast inconceivably open space<br>as if I had just woken up and were rubbing <br>the crumbs of a dream like fireflies, <br>like stray asteroids with chips on their shoulders <br>looking to pick a fight with the planet <br>I was living on at the time, <br>and nuggets of fool's gold <br>out of the corners of my iron pyrite eyes.<br>And I had a vision that crept up on me<br>like the shadow of the watcher in a dream <br>who's always keeping an eye upon you <br>from the trees on the far side of the mindstream<br>And I'll always remember this. <br>The orchids of bliss <br>were blooming in the shadow of an outhouse.<br>And I understood how love <br>that thrives on longing and emptiness <br>could die of starvation as soon as it was full. <br>And why enlightenment, the moon, love, and poetry <br>that come so blithely of their own accord <br>are so attached to letting go of everything <br>they ever set out to seek like someone <br>they were blind to who could see <br>but could not speak.</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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like a queen cobra that didn't like 
the music she was dancing to, 
the right song but the wrong flute, 
life has made a big impression on me
by showing me what it can do
to the magnanimous equanimity 
of all those who went ..."></div>
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