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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When You Listen To A Bird</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you listen to a bird <br>you should hear the whole of the sky<br>just as when you look at a star<br>you should be a fountain of eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because you cannot see, <br>the darkness is not blind<br>and your consensus of conventional abnormalities <br>is not reality, is not the source <br>of the hidden halo of comets that afflict you, <br>nor the crazy constellations of the fireflies that bless. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't know if I speak for anyone other than myself <br>but that's enough to reflect the moon in every drop<br>of this unvoiced delirium<br>that surpasses enlightenment and lunacy like old shoes<br>to walk barefoot across the stars<br>as if they were no more than cool sand in a desert at night<br>that's never been bound to a road, <br>though every single grain is the cornerstone of the world. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How unsayably me I must be <br>that so many thoughts and emotions, <br>so many vital themes of blood and time, <br>years that have returned their fields to the wild, <br>have enshrined my namelessness<br>in this abandoned palace of shadows<br>I've pitched together like a chrysalis out of words. <br> <br>A true muse is a well <br>that finds its own way to your mouth, <br>and I accord mine the perfect freedom to be me, <br>and drink deeply of the night she pours into me, <br>until neither of us knows who the other is<br>though we whisper like leaves on the same tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's crucial is not to offer yourself up <br>like a tourist map to the wind<br>but to let go. To find out where you're going<br>not by giving up everything that you know, <br>but the knowing.<br>I let my thoughts follow the path <br>of a snowflake in a blizzard <br>until they melt like eyes on earth<br>to show my roots how to flower, <br>this one a waterlily opening <br>like a diploma in a swamp, <br>and that, the devil's paintbrush. <br>Should it be otherwise? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you turn your eyes back like a clock <br>and unsee the things <br>that have looked so deeply into you<br>the skull of an impersonal space <br>wears the atmospheric intimacy of your face <br>like the ghost of an unknown planet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have felt poppies of blood <br>hotter than any prophetic furnace <br>rend my flesh like starving lions<br>for things I never knew I believed, <br>for the heart I laid down like a sword on the altar<br>to the inexplicable gods of the misconceived, <br>when I realized that not even my homelessness is shelter<br>and the only country under the flag of my blood <br>that might have claimed me as its own <br>has caged me like an undocumentable alien <br>in a holding cell of bone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it's foolish to look for passage <br>when nothing's in your way, <br>or seek enlightenment with a candle at midday, <br>not knowing you're only washing a mirror with shadows<br>and handing out wicks to the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what's the sound of one hand clapping? <br>Be compassionate. Be generous. Be kind. <br>This is the only way to forgive your mind.</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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you should hear the whole of the sky
just as when you look at a star
you should be a fountain of eyes.

Because you cannot see, 
the darkness is not blind
and your consensus of conventional abnormalities 
is not reality,..."></div>
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