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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Praise of Praise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good dog…! ’… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your faithful hound closes his eyelids <br>for a fraction longer - could this be bliss <br>so pure that humans rarely know it? – <br>rests his head for a few moments <br>on your knee; twitches tail, just once, <br>to indicate the words received: <br>the one phrase which, it's said, <br>(quietly; almost, to yourself) <br>completely understood and shared <br>by man and dog: fulfilment <br>of the karma of companionship.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yesterday, I was praised.. or rather, <br>there was praise for something <br>that was enacted through me.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a moment is too valuable, <br>too full of self-knowledge, to be dismissed <br>with embarrassed modesty: live it: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">for a moment, one is in the presence <br>of oneself: here’s a giant; here’s a hero; <br>who is oneself, and yet, is to be worshipped <br>as the fulfilment of all one’s wished <br>oneself to be: being and worthship <br>come together in a purity.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so, praise the praisers! – who are all too few; <br>cast aside that English fear <br>that praising may involve some personal <br>commitment that one later may regret… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to be praised, is but self-dedication <br>in which praiser, praised, are alike; at one; <br>and from that moment on, <br>live together in that unity <br>and grow from it in ways <br>that must be lived and known, to be believed.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">come now – tell me that you don’t <br>remember clearly, the very words your teacher said <br>the day they praised you from the heart <br>so unexpectedly, you even thought them human.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or what your mother’s friend (your mother, <br>who could never find it in her to so praise you in the words – <br>despite her sweetness for some reason – <br>with which, your mother’s friend later told you <br>she boasted of you, out of your own earshot…) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">praise the praisers! join their ranks <br>and find that magic wand: <br>spoken directly, face to face; <br>or if you must, discreetly passed, <br>its implications hanging golden in the air… <br>that magic wand, which grows the soul <br>of giver and receiver joined as one in One..</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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Your faithful hound closes his eyelids 
for a fraction longer - could this be bliss 
so pure that humans rarely know it? – 
rests his head for a few moments 
on your knee; twitches tail, just once, 
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