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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Golden Secrets in the Flower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'...The Secret of the Golden Flower is not only a Taoist text of Chinese yoga but also an alchemical tract. (...) it was the text of The Golden Flower that first put me in the direction of the right track.' C. G. Jung</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Golden Flower alone, which grows out of inner detachment from all entanglement with things, is eternal.' Richard Wilhelm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">does it bloom in the subatomic quark neuron<br>a flower <br> petals deranged<br>burning with green rage<br>dark firmament pullulating infinitesimal quasars<br>unpeeling layers of nuclear fusions fissions<br>the blue-blackish greenish-blue haze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is this the eye looking at the eye<br>   which I<br>between the crushed ajña-eyebrows<br>under eyes straining to envelope reality from afar<br>spotty bright grains pulsating in a velvety ink-blue-black throbbing screen<br>thoughts racing forwards and backwards in time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">childhood slights deprivations unrevenged hurts<br>throbbing thriving on treacherous jabs by of-all beings friends<br>those who profit from taken-for-granted confidences<br>  the women who dun-you-in<br>thoughts of a nature to make you hate fate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the pulsating roving churning dismembering coalescing screen<br>     dissolves<br>and in the pale fringey opening white furry stripes on the blue-black greenish bulgey bed of velvet<br>  whose I<br>lights the frigid fire burning dynamo<br>whose eye<br> shrivels<br>reopens brightens<br>  what is it an eye<br>which stares<br>shrinks sharper by the fractioned second<br> closes and opens again<br>and again<br>till the pinpoint galactic blackholing centre<br>    bigbangs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the myriad diamondlights buoyed on a myriad-petalled dryburning flowering sun<br>shedding golden glory<br>expelling all thought <br>  or is it mere doubt<br>the intense unrelenting feeling of<br>  is it joy<br>or a fumbling stolen fear<br>the mental orgasmic relief<br>the sense of deep other knowing power come face to face<br>refreshing retreading the worn-out neuron paths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the return<br>  after the wearinesses<br>or is it nonplussednesses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to this world<br> to words<br> to wars<br> to waste<br> to wickedness<br>a world without wonder<br> without womb<br> a world dying<br>dead<br> a tomb</div><div style="margin:10px 0">see only what you should see<br> words see only what eyes make belief<br>even when words don't mean what they see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 3,1997 [Revised May 2003] -from the collection: longhand notes: a binding of poems.1997)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</a><div class=q>
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