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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreams Out of the Blue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue acedia creates a deep longing <br>a longing to see, a longing to be, <br>In a completely different light <br>as distinct as day from night, <br>as blue from black, <br>a way to perceive life's dreams<br>that has no need to ever gaze back.<br>The purest view<br>only found in 'all things made new'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DREAM.<br>I stand alone in the vast wide open<br>Underneath the most beautific blue sky.......<br>At a crossroad of dirt lane and iron track<br>Keenly I watch as a slow moving train creeps by, <br>I on the warm earth trail<br>It on a cold steel rail, <br>I with vision to view all that is alive<br>It with a single blind iron eye, <br>I at liberty to move anywhere about, <br>It forever attached to a mundane, routine route....... <br>It moves abjectly, like a corpse thrown in a rill, <br>I follow the song of my soul, the pace of my own free will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">- There seems a deep necessity out here, <br>The need of empty places, <br>To lose the blues, and find grace abundant<br>In gifts, glimpses and traces - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">DREAM. <br>I dream I am inside my mind.<br>I stand here alone, <br>Feeling the wind of deep thought<br>All around me forever blown; <br>It is an endless, treeless praire-<br>A deep blue sky<br>Flows illusory about me.<br>From very far above<br>Radiant sunlight pours down a glorious glow, <br>Giving golden grass reason to dance<br>In giddy gladness below.<br>Immobile, and silent, I observe -with utter awareness-<br>Extrordinary ideas like tumbleweeds in a whirlwind whisping by; <br>They leave indiscriminate flashes of fire<br>To burn ontic holes in my encumbered sky.<br>I try to grasp them, <br>But to no avail.......<br>For so soon they've flown<br>Leaving no clue, and no trail.<br>In my mind I wait and wonder: <br>-what is their purpose<br>-where do they go<br>-what do they understand<br>... that I yet do not know? <br>In this dream, <br>so smooth and silent, <br>Could it be to me, they attempt to impart: <br>'Come follow us, to the way of the Infinite.'? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">AWAKEN.<br>Diurnal life seems <br>To endlessly spin, <br>In hopeless, orderly circles that forever, routinely repeat<br>The same sad situations again and again and again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore I must ponder<br>Upon the cause and purpose of my dreams, <br>What they are<br>And what they seem, <br>Those that are foes<br>And those that are friends, <br>Those of the night<br>And those that never end.<br>These unifying mystical experiences<br>That awaken daily possibilities to seek<br>The Extraordinary, so present in the ordinary, <br>And the Magnificent mingling with the meek.<br>This depth of great Beauty<br>Becomes the necessity to view, <br>A clear-burning vision shinning brightly into each new day<br>Through the routine, melancholy blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams -<br>These mystical metaphors<br>That fall like sunlight poured upon human history, <br>Require close attention<br>To render the great and surreptitious Mystery.<br>If what true dreams concern and celestial visions do discern<br>Are indeed some heavenly sign, <br>What they must signify then<br>Is the grace of God drawing a line......<br>Connecting us to Him.<br>A bright and beautiful path, <br>As a gift given; <br>So different, so new, <br>Comes bursting with surprise<br>Into our narrow little skies of torporific blue; <br>Stretching into earth from heaven.<br>First to be seen in dreams as true, <br>Where originate the colors <br>Of man's greatest possibility to view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those dreams, so distant, that seem to come<br>From out of the blue, <br>May be given from afar - to draw us near.......<br>To all that is ultimately true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q>
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a longing to see, a longing to be, 
In a completely different light 
as distinct as day from night, 
as blue from black, 
a way to perceive life's dreams
that has no need to ever gaze back.
The purest view
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