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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A conversation; or, dialectic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They walk down the passage, <br>enter the room, <br>as if called to some formal gathering <br>of honour to be bestowed; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">humility and dignity together <br>make them beautiful; watchers <br>see this, feel this too. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seated, they glance into each other’s eyes; <br>they barely know each other, yet <br>glance with the level, cool respect <br>of equality; and of precise love: <br>a love of what they treasure in themself <br>offered to another who is not other. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they begin to talk about some mighty topic: <br>listen intently to the other; then <br>at the finish of each offering, <br>a pause as if the angels listen: <br>you can hear humility, dignity <br>in that sacred pause; and then <br>the other offers speech; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">their eyes shine; the honour of this event <br>warms their blood almost to tears of truth. <br>The air around them turns to ether; <br>as if their very talk has purified the space; <br>the space where, as they talk, <br>it seems as though there’s one who listens.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are explorers in an unknown land, <br>a new world where they listen to <br>their own speech as a new thing explained, <br>yet spoken as if always known; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">nor is the air around them, private: <br>they could be that couple over there <br>in the tea-shop’s gentle buzz, <br>so elevated, that at other tables, <br>teacup poised, politely covert glance <br>brings all the teashop’s visitors <br>into that place where love and knowledge meet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The conversation reaches its appointed end, <br>which both recognise; some sublime honour <br>has been bestowed; and from within themselves; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">rapt and yet surrendering, <br>they walk away through crowded streets, the air <br>around them, should you notice, breathes <br>humility and dignity. As if, accosted by any stranger, <br>they would continue that same conversation <br>on mountain, woodland, beach, or busy street; <br>in that place where love and knowledge meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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enter the room, 
as if called to some formal gathering 
of honour to be bestowed; 

humility and dignity together 
make them beautiful; watchers 
see this, feel this too. 

Seated, they glance into each other’s eyes;..."></div>
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