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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The View At The Top</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is 3000 steps from the <br>ground. You begin climbing<br>on an early morning<br>when the grass are still<br>rich with dew<br>and then the sun<br>starts to shine and then<br>the birds start to gather<br>the sweet sap of the <br>fruit with their <br>tiny, and long, black beaks<br>along the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not strange to see<br>a variety of colored<br>butterflies hovering <br>from one flower to<br>another. They too<br>gather the nectar<br>from the wildflowers<br>along the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you climb slowly<br>each cemented stair<br>of this old shrine<br>you tackle each<br>station of the cross<br>of this catholic rite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">finally at noon you <br>reach the top and<br>see the whole of the<br>city below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a river winds like a <br>snake.It is the same river<br>that you pass seven times<br>before reaching the <br>ground of this peak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see the sea beyond<br>like a basin with still water.<br>you see boats like <br>floating petals of a <br>white flower, and those<br>biggers ones appear<br>to you like leaves<br>that had fallen to the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see clouds and clear skies<br>and you feel that up here<br>you are both king and god.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do not look down on this cliff<br>the feeling that everyone pulls down<br>your feet is still there.<br>you have felt it before in the office<br>where you are working and you<br>want to quit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just like the butterfly that gathers<br>the nectars or the birds that gather<br>the sap of the ripe fruits<br>you come here to gather <br>your spirit. You want to be strong.<br>You want to be whole again.<br>You like to move on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is so much silence at the top.<br>There is no noise except the comforting silence of the wind.<br>There is so much to gather here.<br>Memories. Thoughts. Solitude. Peace.<br>Harmony. The unity of the universe in the <br>palm of your hand.</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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