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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some People Go Looking For Happiness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people go looking for happiness. <br>Some prefer power or beauty wealth and fame. <br>Some crave intensity.<br>Some seek peace.<br>Some search for food and shelter. <br>Some want to die with a good name. <br>Everybody takes their lead from the way they came. <br>And everyone says they're looking for love <br>though no one knows what it looks like. <br>They try to fit their thoughts to their words <br>like skin they can touch <br>that doesn't scar like the moon <br>or shed like a petal too delicate for the senses<br>but most just end up trying <br>to mummify the mindstream <br>by laying thousands of years of starmaps <br>down on troubled waters<br>like autumn leaves <br>that don't know where they're going. <br>Eventually everything's swept away <br>in the undertow of a dark ocean <br>that only smells sweet from a distance. <br>And longing shifts like infra-red into the blackness. <br>And bones on the moon are the only signs<br>that life once perished here.<br>Orphic skulls whose jaws dropped <br>like gates before their own gaping prophecies.<br>Time flows like a non-existent future into us<br>and it fills us with a hunger <br>for everything we've lost<br>or feel somehow was always missing. <br>One of the cardinal features of the emptiness <br>we are conceived again and again out of<br>is there's nothing behind its face <br>you can fix like an identity to space.<br>For fourteen billion years <br>the universe has been nothing <br>but one long beginning without end<br>making everything up as it goes along<br>out of nothing <br>like a man whistling down a long road <br>far from home <br>late at night<br>to let anything that might be listening in the darkness <br>know he's there<br>so nothing can take him by surprise. <br>And every step he takes <br>he steps across a threshold like a star<br>just coming into being <br>whose light goes off in all directions <br>looking for blind water it can turn into eyes. <br>Bosons hadrons leptons neutrinos wimps and quarks<br>the deeper you look into the matter <br>the more you realize <br>out to the furthest galaxy and beyond <br>seeing is being <br>and being is all fireflies.<br>And every one of them <br>is true north of nowhere. <br>Some people follow their own beginnings <br>like laws into the future <br>hoping to become someone else <br>that doesn't recognize them anymore <br>for who they were.<br>The peduncle's lost in the ensuing phylum.<br>Their future's rich <br>but their past is always poor. <br>The planet doesn't spin on its axis for them. <br>It's hinged like a door<br>that only opens one way<br>though it's a two-faced god<br>that begins them like last year. <br>But the leaves of autumn <br>aren't the laundered money of spring<br>because if our fulfilment <br>weren't already behind us <br>we wouldn't be here <br>trying to true the last to the first<br>of an unfinished multiverse <br>like the best to the worst <br>as if red were the past of blue. <br>Stop thinking birth is the past of death<br>or spring is the future of winter <br>as if they weren't the same breath <br>and one breath of life weren't enough <br>to keep the fireflies glowing in your ashes for eternity<br>and everywhere you look<br>you will flower like a vine<br>that divines its way to the wine <br>by ripening the grapes of gratitude.<br>You will understand<br>for all that you have grasped<br>and brought to fruition<br>your most exalted aspiration <br>is a heap of dead branches in the spring<br>burning like leaves of fire <br>still reaching out for the sun<br>and you will hear the mind-mirror whisper to itself<br>like the wind on far off waters <br>Narcissus is drowning in his own reflection <br>like the flashback of a life he left unlived <br>but everything is immersed in me<br>like a mind <br>like a sea in a fish that ran aground<br>on the uncharted landfalls of its own teaching.<br>And the wine will flower in your mouth like a grail<br>that's given up preaching <br>and finally found its own voice <br>like a bird returning to a tree at nightfall<br>to call out in its solitude <br>to the stars as they appear<br>we are here we are here we are here<br>where we belong<br>at peace with everything we're missing<br>everything we long for <br>everything we are and are becoming <br>that overtakes us like music from within<br>transforming the silence into song<br>the water into wine<br>small beings into a big space<br>looking into the passing face <br>of everything's that's mortal about us <br>with our eyes fixed upon the divine<br>not to see it in any one place<br>but with the presence of mind<br>to be wholly and impurely not that not this<br>without anywhere a trace of ultimacy<br>in this world that we take for a sign <br>we are here we are here we are here<br>and things are as they are <br>not as they must be.<br>Nothing got here legally.<br>What's the expanding universe <br>if not a refugee in its own country <br>somehow exiled from itself for reasons <br>only it can express? <br>Citizen Universe <br>show me your papers <br>your paintings your poems<br>show me how you dance on your own <br>show me how you put your children to sleep<br>show me how you bar an F chord<br>show me what you weep for <br>what you delight in<br>what you esteem <br>what you despise <br>what you ignore <br>what darkness of yours <br>feeds that inferno of stars above you<br>burning its constellations like passports <br>that aren't going anywhere<br>show me the black mirror <br>that says you don't belong here<br>like some misplaced night of the full moon <br>not marked on any calendar<br>show me the law of being human <br>that says this little piggy has one <br>and this little piggy has none <br>show me where it's written <br>the guest shall turn strangers away <br>from his host's generosity <br>like a dog at the door <br>that bares its teeth at the table<br>show me the home-made honey <br>of your wisdom<br>show me the dead lamps <br>of the apocalyptic fireflies<br>that designed your chaotic cosmology <br>by plagiarizing the light <br>to prove the stars<br>don't reserve<br>a space in the universe<br>for any insight of yours.<br>Nothing got here legally.<br>No one followed a coyote or a law<br>to cross the border <br>into this insurgency of being<br>no one checked the colour of your eyes <br>or profiled the light <br>to see if they were fit for seeing. <br>You don't need a constitution <br>to verify your liberty.<br>Well before you were born <br>you were free and ever shall be <br>to belong here as we all do <br>to pursue what makes us <br>sad mad bad or happy<br>the way we all got here <br>the way we all get through <br>the way we're all alone here together<br>with one another as we are with you<br>as we are with her and him and me <br>as we are with everything <br>as we are with ourselves<br>when we don't know who we're becoming<br>when we don't know the stranger on the bridge<br>watching the water flow<br>that's waiting to greet us on the other side<br>in the only way the unblighted heart of reality<br>we're all looking for <br>like blood on a grail-quest for our humanity <br>accepts the darkness that seeks us out<br>like a miraculous elixir of insight<br>so the kingdom won't fail<br>so the garden doesn't ask us <br>for a green card to know and grow<br>in the only way we truly belong here<br>in the only way we know how to be<br>so the lifeboat we're all in<br>like the same boundless mind <br>is always as full<br>as it is empty<br>so no one gets left out at sea<br>like a wave that couldn't be saved<br>and no one gets in<br>who doesn't know how to swim<br>the way we all got here<br>and continue to be <br>all these thresholds of the sea <br>that steps across us<br>even as we move like waves <br>breaking discipline with our own continuum <br>creatively.<br>Just to be here.<br>Just to crawl up on the shore of a new medium<br>like a refugee planting flowers <br>we brought from home<br>hoping we'll still be here <br>to watch them bloom.</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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Some prefer power or beauty wealth and fame. 
Some crave intensity.
Some seek peace.
Some search for food and shelter. 
Some want to die with a good name. 
Everybody takes their lead from the way they came. 
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