<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Listening One</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Listening One </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Does he, did he, know, what he contributed <br>to the truth of what was spoken? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Towards the back seats of the lecture room, <br>this tidy, slim, quiet, dark-complexioned youth <br>listened with unwavering attention; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so much in the moment, his mind, so visibly, <br>claiming nothing; receiving all that there was to receive; <br>contributing, all that an audience can: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">under his so steady listening, <br>I could not lie, blur, dodge; be anything <br>but dedicated to the truth; <br>from his attention, through my own, <br>he gave the audience more than I prepared. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if he knows the gift he’s shaped. <br>How many others has he blessed thus, with himself? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hindus have a name for him: <br>the Southward Facing, and the Formless One; <br>the Self as youth who teaches elders by his silence. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may have met him, mortal, once or twice; <br>I wonder if he knows his priceless gift? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[A long-delayed debt of gratitude never since forgotten.]</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459836" data-title="The Listening One de Michael Shepherd" data-description="The Listening One Does he, did he, know, what he contributed to the truth of what was spoken? Towards the back seats of the lecture room, this tidy, slim, quiet, dark-complexioned youth listened with unwavering attention; so much in the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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