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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brighter The Light, The Deeper The Shadow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">for Rebekah Garland </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow. <br>Shine. And anyone who can see will follow. <br>Just make sure the stars are real and not tinfoil. <br>You don't need to know where you're going <br>to be a good guide when you yourself are the path you're on. <br>Shine. You're the blue orchid in the Pleiades. <br>You're the firefly in the skull that kicked in <br>like a bioluminescent emergency light <br>when the dead woke up to discover they had no eyes.<br>You're the last candle dancing to the pulse of the dragon's heart. <br>You have suffered and lost. Suffered and won. <br>Suffered and healed like wounded water on the moon.<br>Shine like a fountainmouth. Shine like a watershed<br>that can feel the galaxies swimming through it like starfish<br>whirling like Sufis at the crossroads of a black hole<br>like the navel of the wheeling world with the singularity <br>of a hidden jewel in it like the third eye of a lump of coal <br>shining out like a diamond of the first magnitude. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can do cartwheels across the sky <br>as if your legs and arms were spokes. <br>You can listen for a voice in the abyss of time and silence <br>until your ears turn into radio telescopes <br>turning like calla lilies on a jinxed prayer wheel<br>looking for signs of extraterrestrial rural life <br>like pendulous Zen pagodas hanging like bird feeders <br>on the errant limb of a locust tree, waiting for birds.<br>Shine like a sword of fire outside the gates of your re-entry <br>from a long return journey of the smokey dove <br>that wasn't sacrificed, but volunteered <br>to go see what happened to the crow that was sent out first <br>to witch for land with an olive branch of lightning in its beak <br>as a sign of the truce we seek with the rain, <br>we seek through our tears, we seek like the new moon <br>wholly reflected in every plinth of our shattered mirrors <br>of what appeared to be real, until, like hungry ghosts <br>we tried to grasp it and it slipped through our fingers <br>like an hourglass full of stars, a rosary of Canada geese, <br>a slaver's neckchain made of gold like a Celtic torgue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shine. I know there's a genie of blue hydrogen in your lamp<br>and you don't need a nightwatchman to ignite it every night, <br>though I expect you'd meet up later at a seance, <br>like the creative medium of a spiritual adept at sensual silence. <br>But when you do, you fire up hell like a school furnace <br>as easily as you illuminate paradise with a poppy and a sunflower. <br>Shine. This is your hour. When it's darkest and it matters the most. <br>Be a lighthouse off your own shipwrecked coast. <br>Be the many-petalled matchbook of a flower that blooms in fire <br>once every seven thousand years, and when the wind <br>doesn't feed it anything but the milk and bread of ghosts, <br>I know you've got the ferocious courage <br>not to blow it out just because you can. Shine <br>like a wavelength ploughing the dead seas of the moon <br>like a garden it intends to plant in its wake<br>that will keep on expanding like the growing edge <br>of tree rings emanating like cambium from the heartwood<br>of a cosmic tree that never stops bearing fruit<br>even when it feels like a Pre-Cambrian tree in a petrified forest <br>under the Arctic ice of a new polarized ice age.<br> <br>Don't hide in the weeds and the shadows <br>of the star you were meant to be at this zenith <br>of your ascendency whether you're peaking or at nadir. <br>Shine. And let me see if I can recognize by one star alone <br>what constellation you're shapeshifting into<br>like a starmap with flightpaths and insights of her own <br>through the eye of the hurricane <br>in the crowns of the black walnut trees<br>where the nightbirds are waiting as autumn's coming on <br>for you to show them how to make their own way home. <br>Be a lamp in the arms of your own journey. <br>Just as the moon that's apprenticed like a sorceress <br>to all the phases of your beautiful, crazy wisdom is.</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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The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow. 
Shine. And anyone who can see will follow. 
Just make sure the stars are real and not tinfoil. 
You don't need to know where you're going 
to be a good guide when you yourself a..."></div>
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