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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494427" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hidden Possibility....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">imagine<br>one tranquil day<br>when you can hear<br>ants moving<br>under your feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you lay your body<br>on the grass<br>under the old tree<br>with many leaves <br>that look like<br>small fingers<br>of a baby</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you have emptied<br>yourself of thoughts<br>you become one<br>big empty<br>basket</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are an open<br>cave<br>inviting restless vagabonds<br>to take <br>rest <br>one dark & cold night<br>at least for a certain<br>while</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the days come<br>and go<br>and you feel like a river<br>passing by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaves blown by the strong wind<br>far north</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on some normal days<br>a hundred butterflies flutter<br>and hover<br>homing to you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">migrant birds perch<br>upon your hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">imagine that <br>you are no longer you<br>but a wide door without a lock<br>an open window that welcomes the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">an earth<br>sky<br>and infinite space</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a universe in itself<br>stripped of<br>identity and <br>greed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now sleep, and inside this<br>chamber<br>close your eyes some more<br>time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you have become<br>a poem vested<br>in eternity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some call you an angel<br>someone will dare<br>calling you one of the gods<br>beside the gods<br>in the temple of heaven</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is important is that<br>you are at peace, happy, <br>engrossed in grace<br>so much blessing <br>pouring unto your heart<br> <br>do not think about you<br>you can no longer do that<br>there is no you now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do not think of contempt<br>you have become more than what you are<br>you have flown above the earth<br>you have crossed the river of ire<br>and disbelief</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> this is <br>the hidden possibility</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the truth that we now see.</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>
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one tranquil day
when you can hear
ants moving
under your feet

you lay your body
on the grass
under the old tree
with many leaves 
that look like
small fingers
of a baby

you have emptied
yourself of thoughts
you become one
big empty
bask..."></div>
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