<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489845" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Is All About You....for Jiji</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i think, i know now <br>the secret of your <br>maturity, the terminal<br>station of your<br>final growth, that which<br>you accept yourself, <br>wash it, your whole soul<br>with tears, <br>mourn for days, unable to<br>swallow food, <br>sweating out <br>insecurities, shedding off<br>pretensions, laugh, <br>scream, run as though it is<br>the last day of your life, <br>stop, sing, dance, <br>eat, pray, <br>and then you still find yourself<br>all alone, <br>meditate, arrive at a destination, <br>and say, <br>this is it, <br>eureka, you find finally what<br>you did not look for, <br>it is ugly, but it is true, <br>and you embrace it <br>like the memory of your long<br>dead mother, <br>it is, <br>and you are so silent<br>there is this sanctity<br>of yourself assuring <br>yourself that <br>everything is alright<br>that now everything is true, <br>real, <br>tangible, warm, alive, <br>beating, <br>loud, clear, flowing, <br>rivers and seas join<br>in the celebration, <br>choir of clouds<br>pools of moons, <br>mighty suns, all universe in <br>oneness<br>to accept yourself<br>as you are, <br>you have taken the leap<br>into the peace<br>of your own pool, <br>eureka, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then the silence and then the<br>long walk<br>and then finally you are<br>home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489845" data-title="It Is All About You....for Jiji de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i think, i know now the secret of your maturity, the terminal station of your final growth, that which you accept yourself, wash it, your whole soul with tears, mourn for days, unable to swallow food, sweating out insecurities, shedding off ..."></div> </div> </div>

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