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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461119" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>U n i c o r n 1 5</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those to whom it has revealed itself<br>- grazing in a grove of trees, <br>a ray of morning sunlight<br>lighting the dewdrops on the mossy grass; <br>or galloping, white mane flying in the wind, <br>over the high green hills; <br>or briefly glimpsed, shining-eyed <br>between the white-spumed waves –<br>they bring back with them, the experience<br>which always will be theirs; <br>some place of inner peace<br>to which they may refer all the events<br>of life; so that, like some shaken bright kaleidoscope, <br>all falls into its place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some never speak of this; some see no reason not to speak; <br>and risk response: thus, some envious, as ‘why not me? ’<br>some, just curious; some, eager to hear all, <br>as if they always knew, or ‘thought they guessed’, that it exists…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even spoken from the heart, words live a life that’s perilous: <br>some who are so fortunate as to catch it there<br>in that sacred grove of trees, and on whom<br>the unicorn bestows its glance, as eye to eye, <br>speak of a softness, of a sweetness; some<br>say, it looked into my inmost soul; <br>some simply fall in love with their true peaceful self; <br>some speak of being so at one with it, <br>that all the world is ever one: so that, <br>its glance bestowed on them, their every glance<br>henceforward, sees that unity in everything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some speak of it; some hold it in<br>pure silence of the heart, and live it<br>in themselves, as if<br>they are its children in the world; <br>their glance, as sparkling eye meets sparkling eye, <br>will tell us all we need to know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that moment when we know<br>that there is something which we know, have ever known, <br>but knew not what it was until <br>- like some glimpse of the unicorn, <br>here, now, always; one glimpse, one glance, <br>and its work done -<br>we know we know</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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- grazing in a grove of trees, 
a ray of morning sunlight
lighting the dewdrops on the mossy grass; 
or galloping, white mane flying in the wind, 
over the high green hills; 
or briefly glimpsed, shining-eyed 
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