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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Things I Would Say To My Daughter If She Were Here</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">for Jody</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The important thing <br>is to stay ahead of the pain <br>like a debt you'll pay tomorrow with your life <br>they're calling for today.<br>Tips for survival: <br>Luck has nothing to do with intelligence. <br>Stupid will get you killed faster than evil. <br>The most dangerous assassins <br>conceal themselves under the eyelids <br>of those who say they love you best.<br>And as any bruised heart knows <br>there's more power in an open palm <br>than there is in a fist<br>and the best way to get someone <br>to taste their own effluvia <br>is not to point to it. <br>A lot of opinions <br>is the frenzy of gnats in the sunset. <br>Silence walks like a tiger on soft paws.<br>Take a hint from the moon <br>who only bares her crescents twice a month<br>to show what's she's got up her sleeve<br>at the beginning and the end.<br>Keep your claws retracted <br>like laws you haven't enacted yet. <br>And never pass judgment on a friend. <br>A free mind is a godsend<br>but don't measure your liberty in chains. <br>And if you feel the need <br>to attach yourself to someone <br>attach yourself to them <br>like the full moon to water when it rains. <br>Think with your heart. <br>Feel with your brains. <br>And don't expect the Red Sea to part <br>into a thousand miraculous pirate-swept sea-lanes <br>just to let you get away because you're special. <br>You turn a legend into a farce <br>the minute you start to believe in it. <br>You can't make a commercial for one <br>of the light that falls on everything alike <br>so don't abuse your shining <br>like a fire eclipsed by its own soot.<br>Greenwood blows the most smoke<br>and gives the least heat. <br>Stay a jump ahead of yourself like a real star.<br>People might point to you and say your name <br>and write your story into the Pleiades <br>thinking they're only a finger's length away <br>from where you are <br>but cherish your darkness <br>like a secret you keep to yourself.<br>And remember when you transit zenith<br>everything you see in the sentient mirror<br>isn't having an illicit affair with your eyes.<br>You should receive your life in every moment <br>like a constant surprise <br>if you want to stop aging, <br>if you want to grow up like the wise <br>who are always the first born of time <br>to inherit eternity <br>like a bloodline without a beginning<br>that leads to everyone as if they all bore <br>the creative likeness <br>of your closest ancestor<br>like Castor and Pollux in Gemini<br>like the history of your breath <br>in every gust of wind<br>that sows the dust <br>of countless generations <br>in the features of your face<br>as if everyone's story were told by the same voice<br>in the same spontaneous tone <br>of all things passing away into fruition.<br>Don't track a hovel of impoverished thought<br>into a palace of thoughtless intuition<br>and expect to be invited back. <br>Thirty chiefs of autumn <br>sit around every fireleaf <br>that's ever fallen <br>telling stories about things that last<br>no one believes anymore.<br>All the reasons for yesterday <br>turn into today's folklore<br>and if you're trying to look into the future<br>from anywhere other than now<br>trying to separate the light from the darkness <br>like gold from its ore, <br>trying to anticipate the harvest before it's sown, <br>you're only prying the petals of flowers open <br>before they're ready to bloom. <br>You're just peeking under the eyelids <br>of the embryo of a new moon<br>as if you could crawl into the womb with it <br>to see what's it's dreaming<br>before it comes to light<br>as if you could get an angle on life <br>to take the shot <br>without sinking the table<br>or load the dice in your favour <br>with the third eyes of prophetic snakes.<br>Insolent with disobedience <br>you turn yourself into a slave, <br>but bound by duty <br>the great sea of awareness <br>is mastered by the sloppy salute <br>of any green recruit <br>passing in review like a wave.<br>The stars don't need to convince anybody<br>they're stars<br>and the flowers aren't trying to be beautiful.<br>Live as if your death were already achieved <br>and lost in the shadows behind you. <br>Life flowers in the valleys of death <br>and if our beginnings weren't<br>our ends are equal<br>and there's an eternity of a chance <br>more than not<br>there's a sequel <br>but live your afterlife now like water.<br>You can't pour the universe out of the universe<br>anymore than your mindstream <br>can flow out of the sea of awareness<br>like blood from an irreparable wound<br>or a theme of unrequited love out of its music.<br>In what space you don't already occupy <br>can you bury the corpse of all things<br>as if you could fit your boundless mind into anything <br>as if you could dig a blackhole deep enough <br>to bury God<br>as if there were ever anywhere to go in the first place <br>that wasn't already in your face? <br>The delusions of a coward cast longer shadows <br>than the things they're the images of. <br>There are dragons that know more about love <br>than the doves we send out looking for land<br>and who among sphinxes knows more than the sand<br>they come to in time like wisdom? <br>The mysteries are the mysteries. <br>They're not looking for answers. <br>The meaning of life <br>is the life of meaning<br>as waves are the life of the sea<br>or even in late autumn <br>leaves are the life of the tree.<br>Let go of things as they do. <br>Blossom bear fruit and fall.<br>It's not such a long way down to your roots. <br>Not long at all. <br>No further than the boots you're walking in. <br>And if someone should ask you your name <br>say it like a constellation <br>that doesn't shine its light on fame<br>though everyone sees it rising in the west, <br>not an inert all night marquee <br>with letters missing <br>that burned out like candles<br>that gazed too long <br>at their tiny tongue-tied celebrity<br>as if they were on a visionquest.<br>Sophocles said never to have been born is best<br>but he was just trying <br>to get the world off his chest through denial. <br>He was a bad guest with tragic manners at a great feast<br>who had forgotten <br>because he was born Greek <br>that life's negation is its oldest affirmation<br>and what is lost in life is lost solely to those who seek. <br>Gratitude is the truest measure of wealth.<br>Squander yourself lavishly like an orchard in spring <br>knowing generosity is the spontaneous sign <br>of a spiritual being in good health<br>that doesn't need money to prove she's rich. <br>Let life adorn you in its robes and ashes <br>as if they were just so many cloaks of the moon <br>slipping from your shoulders<br>like petals in the starfields of space.<br>And don't heed the blind fool <br>who calls for chandeliers <br>when she's already got tears in her eyes <br>she's been dancing to for years.<br>And remember this for the rest of your life <br>long after my tongue is a leaf <br>and my eyes are clouds on the wind: <br>once long before you were born<br>I asked how I could best return my life to the water <br>as clean as the reflection of the waterbird<br>that had just left it<br>and when the stars of Cancer <br>granted me you as my daughter<br>since then I've never needed to look<br>any further than their light in your eyes <br>for the answer.</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 important thing 
is to stay ahead of the pain 
like a debt you'll pay tomorrow with your life 
they're calling for today.
Tips for survival: 
Luck has nothing to do with intelligence. 
Stupid will get you killed faster than evil. 
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