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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Say You've Taken All The Tension Out Of Your Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You say you've taken all the tension out of your life, <br>but to me you've just planed a mountain range <br>into a parking lot. Your sacred syllable is flatlining <br>like a synonym for death, and your eyes, <br>o those eyes were so blue once <br>I could have made a cult of the colour<br>and happily sacrificed myself on the altar <br>of a sky burial where the angels reverted to ravenous birds, <br>but now they're one way windows on a braille runway <br>for blind aliens on the Nazca plateau.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You talk like a tourist guide <br>with a photo-shopped cheeriness<br>in the same tone of immaculate voice<br>as if genesis were beginning all over again <br>with a logo in the mouth of a vociferous abyss. <br>I believe in your natural kindness, <br>those summers of feeling so much like August <br>out in the fields of an abandoned farm, <br>where the light kissed the fieldstones on the forehead<br>as sweetly as it did the eyelids of the wild flowers. <br>I believe in the integrity of your search, <br>the sincerity of your confusion, the sway <br>of your compassion for cellular tissue <br>over the ideological abstraction of the living details<br>extracted by vampiric points of view. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Life is messy, soiled, tantrically spoiled, <br>and even when the moon spices the wine<br>with love potion number nine, most of the time <br>we're still drinking out of a dirty cup, <br>but I know you're not blind to the rapture <br>of the fireflies showing off to the stars, <br>or the waterlilies shining like a starmap in a swamp. <br>You see the green candelabra of the maple saplings <br>rooted in the decay of the mothering stump. <br>I know there's love in you. I've gone <br>pearldiving in your sea. And whatever <br>the coral reefs that rip the hull<br>out of your moonboat now, I've seen <br>that great Atlantean heart of yours <br>and its irrepressible buoyancy <br>rising to the surface like a breaching whale. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You don't need a broom to sweep <br>the mirages of an encroaching desert off your stairs.<br>You don't need to cherry-pick your delusions <br>to accommodate a school of gerry-mandered gurus.<br>Just let your thoughts roost like birds at dusk <br>in the black walnuts for the night, and rinse <br>the stardust off your wings in the Milky Way, <br>or the Pleiades if you want to take a bird bath <br>before you dream at cruising altitude without a flightplan <br>or course correction, of bettering the world we are, <br>by washing it off like a smear on a myopic mirror<br>that's impatiently elitist about its perfection, <br>though everytime we do, we're sure to leave, <br>even if we have the rainbow body of a Tibetan rinpoche, <br>a galactic rim of human rime around the tub.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Delusion is the doorway to enlightenment. <br>Samsara is nirvana. Noumena, phenomena.<br>Even a mirage, a feature of real water, <br>however many times its been reflected<br>like the echo of a dragon in the valley<br>that's inexhaustibly as deep as the mountain <br>is insurmountably high. Sweet one, <br>sometimes the mind might be a chandelier <br>of fireflies making up the dance as the wind blows, <br>but it's definitely not a crystal skull<br>goose-stepping to Deutschland uber alles<br>to spiritually cleanse the world of aberrant translucencies<br>that move more like the wavelengths of mindstreams <br>among the symbologies, than the autobahn <br>among its traffic signs, or road kill <br>along the dangerous fast lane highways <br>to the artificial paradise of an inert motel <br>in a gaseous state. Why throw out the garden <br>and keep the gate at attention like a Roman legion? <br>There are no locks or lost keys, one-winged hinges <br>that have to be retrieved from the river <br>we threw them in like a tribute of silver swords <br>when we first stepped into the open out of the void, <br>or endless pages of grass to part <br>like the Book of Total Knowledge, Volume L, <br>like the bloodied waters of the Red Sea<br>or the civil war we declare on ourselves <br>like ambassadors in chains, trying to secure a freedom <br>that was already ours indelibly <br>long before we were born to live it creatively<br>in the vaster spaces we return to on the inside <br>with heart, with immense heart, <br>like the fruits of the earth<br>we've all come here to gather <br>with the worms and the birds, the wasps, <br>the raccoons, the groundhogs and the humans</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">to deepen our awareness, to sweeten our insight, <br>to feel the bliss of an expanding universe <br>taking a great cosmic risk in the darkness <br>like the first time with a lover, <br>that the path to enlightenment begins here <br>and leads everywhere to the windfall at our feet. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=477063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who insults the feast by bringing <br>a loss of appetite to the table as a spiritual gift<br>and though you don't read the menu, <br>ask for a guest list to make sure you're<br>seated above the salt of the earth in the right place? <br>Shakespeare suggested we assume a virtue <br>if we have it not and make a habit second nature. <br>One of the chief uncharacteristics of enlightenment is <br>it can't be abused because it doesn't have a face to lose<br>and there's nothing to imitate except a second head <br>growing on top of your own, you don't know whether <br>to crown or stick pins in like the eyes of a voodoo doll<br>to confuse the issue of taking full advantage <br>of this as it is, like a singing bird in an apple tree, <br>the light and the rain and the flaws in our song, in bliss.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a></strong></div>