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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rain's Falling Upwards</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain's falling upward <br>and I'm rooted in the clouds.<br>I'm riffing with the greening of my leaves<br>without a flute, letting my thoughts grow <br>like musical serpents each <br>according to their need. <br>It's the snake's turn to charm me, <br>to entangle me in its form <br>like forbidden fruit <br>swaying from my highest boughs.<br>In the chalky, moist grey air<br>I'm scraping my fingernails <br>down a blackboard like crows <br>because my desires are vaguely out of reach <br>and my mind is a teacher with nothing to teach.<br>I want nothing more <br>than the freedom of my own humanity <br>thumbing its own heart <br>like a well-read book <br>or a worn guitar I taught myself to play<br>when no one else was around<br>to hear the sound of one hand clapping.<br>If my mind brings forth an abyss <br>like a vast womb where there's only room <br>for my solitude <br>I'll slip into it <br>under the reflection of the moon <br>on the unwitnessed side of my eyelids<br>without abandoning the boat of my body <br>and drift like stars across the timeless spaces <br>of anywhere the light doesn't taste like physics.<br>Being is Knowing. I don't need a web <br>to prove I'm a spider <br>and I don't need a constellation <br>to shine out like a star <br>when I'm not being humbled <br>by the blind insignificance of it all.<br>Even when I mean bees and earthworms <br>too often my voice <br>is an urn full of dead fireflies.<br>Yesterday's astonishment before the stars <br>in the open-mouthed fields <br>comes down today <br>like chandeliers of mystic trivia<br>on a scarecrow who lets the birds <br>in on the joke <br>that everytime he begins to burn <br>in his fireless martyrdom <br>his tears fall like an ice storm <br>to put him out.<br>But I don't always want <br>wisdom oozing out of everything <br>like the sententious candle <br>of its own enlightenment<br>even if I am wounded by the compassion of it.<br>Sometimes I am content with the futility of things <br>just as they are.</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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and I'm rooted in the clouds.
I'm riffing with the greening of my leaves
without a flute, letting my thoughts grow 
like musical serpents each 
according to their need. 
It's the snake's turn to charm me, 
to entangle me..."></div>
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