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Unicorn 5

To graze forever in the poet’s heart; how could this,
they asked, be possible? An image, yes;
a memory; but could it really live its life within the mind,
graze undisturbed, at ease, at home,
and glance the grave, sweet meaning in its eyes,
when there’s so much of else that fills the world, the mind, outside?

Those who first saw it first, were content to be, just gaze,
attention focussed as its heavenly horn marks head and mind,
drinking in that other which themselves would be;
but as its sightings grew, so various,
the theorists sought to build an image
around that which they had not seen,
worshipping a space in which it was not yet;
it must be questioned, says the ordered mind.
Others who had not seen it wished
to have some part, share in reflected glory; maybe learn.
It’s understandable. That, too, the creature understands.

But those who’d met it, in a forest glade,
or, mane tossed by the wind, among the high clear hills,
or proud-necked, white-toothed like a smile, clear-eyed,
among the white-foamed waves – they in whose minds
a space already was; a space, a peace, a stillness -
knew, gracefully, that it grazed in its forever, lived
within themselves;
self-moved; self-stilled.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Unicorn 4

What is known, is known – known gently,
meekly, mildly, sweetly; that’s the experience
that men bring back who’ve seen that creature plain.
But since the unicorn grazes in all our minds and hearts,
each has his image. Poets love to write of that creature
as they picture it; but what of those who met it plain
in forest glade, upon the hills, or white amidst the waves?

It’s said that, then, some poets put away their pens forever or awhile,
despairing that their word-hoard holds no words
that can describe those things invisible which
that creature brings to the mind, when met;
some can no longer give it even a name
as if that very word can seem to falsify.

They’re asked, was it, just, beautiful? – and hesitate,
because what yesterday, was ‘beautiful’ is a different word
today; that creature shows them that a word
means what it does; today, ‘beauty’ has done more in them;
it speaks a unity which is not static – can do all things
as Helen’s beauty, so we’re told, could make a war from peace;
so beauty can make peace from war – as poets prove.

And so, those who’ve seen it plain but wish
to say no word that might be less than truth
find that its subtle magic guides their pen
so that they may write with that same ease
with which that creature lives,
write of any, and of all things.

And all who’ve seen it – who’ve seen it move
within the utter stillness of itself
as never before have they seen a creature move
and hold that in themselves, wish, wordless, to return
to be again in that creature’s still shared self-presence;
the wisest of them finally to find
that it may graze forever in the poet’s mind.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Unicorn 7

This forest glade, mossy, silent underfoot,
shaft of sunlight catching the quivering flight of woodland moths,
tempts even the shyest, slender deer
whose slightest nostril twitch, reveals a whole forest’s map;
the crackle of a single twig, a disappearing, graceful leap;
yet even the deer graze undisturbed
when in a thought’s space, that creature’s there;
for not proximity but presence, is what they share;
each, in peace, moves in the other’s presence;
this we know as peace.

and on the high hills where the air is ever on the move,
the eagle, circling like the first navigator
of the globe – yet seeing so much more –
glances undisturbed; with knowledge, and love, too, that’s beyond
family, or prey, when that strange, familiar white creature
with flowing mane, prances, canters, into sight; their presence shared
so far apart; so near.

and in the foamy waves, the dolphins leap and sport
around it, as that creature, open-mouthed as if in joy,
shakes from its wet and glorious mane
the salty drops of water, while the dolphins
speak to it in a language beyond beauty’s sound –

so this noble creature in its turn
undisturbed by those to whom it shows itself
beyond all perturbations of the world;
detached, yet gives itself to all;

Orpheus, or unicorn, or Muse –
to be led by such a creature, joyously,
knowing nothing of the where or here or there
but trust – this the poetry of the world.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Unicorn 13

who does not wish, openly or secretly,
to meet it, in some quiet place?
even a secret image in the mind's dead index
of those materialists who
deny it a reality, calling it a
‘mythological creature’ – as if
the mind were not superior to flesh and earth?

this, the very reason for
its longevity – who would not,
were it material, have hunted it by now
for a prince’s ransom, its magic horn ground down, hunted to
extinction – so that we would say
‘as dead as unicorn’ and left
the dodo forgotten and unmourned?
and so, to be a myth is logical…

and thus, the unicorn lives, beyond
some banal death at a hunter’s hands;
easy, peaceful in its own preserves,
grazing in the pure air of our minds,
free to remind us that we too are born free.

the secrets of creation
hide in such unthought hills as paradox –
we, yearning for a meeting
in a place we know not where
where in that still and silent place
loud with silent joy,
moving in ways beyond the movement seen,
we meet it when the looking stops

and paradox on paradox,
once met, we do not seek to meet and meet again –
its tender single glance
tells us for ever that it always lived
inside ourselves; we ourselves
that ‘mythological creature’,
more real than our mirrored self,
grazing in the wooded groves of stillness,
the mossy dells of silence; or,
its wild mane wind-tossed,
on the flying highest hills of freedom
or bright-eyed, salt-browed, white
between the spraying waves and curling surf:
knowing ourselves to be, forever to have been:

unicorn

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Unicorn 14

When you catch a glimpse of it,
in the sunlit glade,
among the high hills,
among the white-crested waves,
does it move?
or is it unmoving,
this graceful vision of it?

it seems unmoving, yet
faster than the mind moves;
ahead of all your senses;
even roaming wild and joyful
among the high hills,
its white mane flying free,
somehow it's still
within its movement,
within your stillness;

can you see the tracks of fish,
or the airy passage of the birds?
it's beyond movement, even beyond stillness;
and yet, you love it,
yearn for it, although it - because it
runs faster than the mind of man.
Is that its love?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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A fraction of the mental sphere

dawdle a line over white
a meteor has shuttled
through space,
a fraction of the white

the distance the time
it travels from your mind
to the piece of white

two inches in one's mental sphere
equal two million miles in space

space steals its way from mental sphere
the way you chart the line in white,
that catches only a fraction of the mind

put space and mind side by side
the latter would convulse as it
charts its own boundlessness
beyond the former

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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And Forever

Written by dewey bunnell, 1979
Found on silent letter.
I remember sidewalk laughter down new orleans, la
A hot wet night at the fight with you
Had to push through the crowds and talk
Very loud its true
But you were on my mind that day
You were on my mind each day
You were on my mind that day and forever
Had a drink, stop to think we had a few
Afterwards we went down to the dance side of town for the view
You went blushing inside and you pinched me to see
If I knew
But you were on my mind that day
You were on my mind each day
You were on my mind that day and forever, and forever
We were lovers then and forever
There was nothing that we couldnt do
A hot wet night at the fight with you
Times like that weekend remain in my heart crystal clear
Walking along to the song you have helped me to hear
Yes you were on my mind that day
You were on my mind each day
You were on my mind that day and forever, and forever

song performed by by America
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A Black Screen

he hung a screen at
the back of his mind
and prayed to the Divinity
to give him a show
of His world

there was no image,

no sign, nothing, total
silence, just one whte screen
which he could not even
hold up for too long

he prayed again and
asked Divinity again to
show him at least a little
part of his world

no answer, total whiteness

an angel took pity and told him
'well if you want to see something
use a black screen not white'

and he visualised a blackscreen
in the light of his mind
it soon came to life with
a three dimensional darkness
that seemed to breathe with a
consciousness that bewildered him

the darkness grew and grew
with an earnestness so that it
took over the space of his own mind

he found himself submerged
in a boundless consciusness; a
darkness that breathes sacredness,
holiness, boundless knowledge,
and the question: 'why would
you want to know? '

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Forever

Take these roses all from me
Let me live, let me be
For a little while
Let my eyes,
See everything and nothing in their time
I do not mind
Who've guess I'd learn
To let the walls around me burn
Light up the hillside
My words, I ate them for so long and nothing changed
It was just the same
And I don't know if you see me
But I can tell you your face is clear
I will see you...
Forever
Forever
I will see you
Forever
Forever
Call me close once again
Call me teacher, call me friend
Just like the first time
Call my name, it echos around me in this room
Its all you
I don't know if you hear me there
But it's dark so no one cares
I will hear you...
Forever
Forever
I will hear you
Forever
Forever
I wanted you to be everything to me
Now I've got to learn to carry on
I know I cannot hide this emptiness inside
But nothing is the same since you've gone
Send me letters from above
Send me strength, send me love
Such sweet love
Sing me songs that echo in my head and in my heart
That's where you are
And I don't know if you feel me here
I can tell you one thing that's clear
I will feel you...
Forever
Forever
I will feel you
Forever
Forever
I will hear you
Forever
Forever
I will see you
Forever
Forever
Take these roses all from me
Let me live, let me be

song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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0304 Drawing space

See this whitish sheet - now mellowing to a shade
of precious ivory - gently revealing in the finest lines of silver-point
two lovers whose whole air of innocence
makes them angelic, as if their ardent gaze
joined souls not bodies;
though those bodies, beautiful, transparent,
she all gauze, her dress
moved by the lightest breath of air as if it would
return her to the air; her breasts, to innocence itself;
he, every muscle of proud chest under pleated jerkin
joining his dancing legs to ardent eyes
consumed in adoration for what he barely dares,
her beauty and its innocence

this silver-point might be from Botticelli, or
a well-trained student in the master’s mind
glancing over and across the studio
at what the master, the magician,
conjures out of space and out of mind;

the then white vacant sheet
undifferentiated space as if
it were Creation waiting the command
to be itself;
there’s magic still to come, and space itself
yet to be brought alive. See these lines;
they are not bounding bodies, but the space itself;
on one side of this line, the air alive with happening that’s invisible,
the other side, her space we call her body;
all her life enclosed in what the artist sees –
awakening of love; see in the space
between her outstretched hand and his,
about to join with lightest touch in dance,
- electricity - before mankind knew such a thing or named;
and in this space, there’s love divine.

and see the space between their eyes: why,
in that space, their lives, the present, past, the future;
their minds, their hearts, their souls
hover all expressed and yet invisible;

from emptiness the artist has found space;
from space, from line, drawn as the first time, love.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Like A Poet

My mind is like a Poet,
My mind is like a Mathematician,
My mind is like an Artist,
But love yourself and believe in yourself first!
Then you can compete well in this world.

Life is like fire in the wilderness at times!
But use your mind positively to correct your mistakes always;
And like your lover at the 'Space University'!
But in peace i will rule the world with my poetry,
And like a well know Poet in your neighbourhood.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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0164In Mind

It’s only now, only now, that I remember, that I can see,
how you made your presence felt so often;
so long unlooked for, seeing only absence, never believing presence;

for in the subtlety of your wisdom, the wisdom of your subtlety,
you leave reminders of that presence in that secret place
where it’s as safe as childhood happiness
forgotten, then remembered…

for you speak a closer language to a child,
closer than the growing child comes to believe.
When was the first time - now I can remember who you are,
when you first spoke to me?

Wasn’t it that day when I could toddle unsteadily
but with wide open eyes, where the lion’s head
poured water from its mouth into the basin?
and in the paving of the bricks – which anyone could see –
you left me that private, secret message,
knowing that I’d not notice, (so I’d not forget) ,
until one day it swam out of memory?

For this is your so secret, open generosity: you leave every one of us
this secret message: that moment when we knew
that we knew something certain – and yet,
did not know what that something was?

And then, that time after a year or two – a lifetime for a child –
when you announced your presence by your so painful absence,
and I made that solemn decision for a four-year-old,
never to trust a grown-up ever again; not because
of being a helpless child – but because there was that in me
which knew when you were there, and when you weren’t?

Then you left so many messages I did not need to heed
-or so it seemed, because they were so obvious –
and only in your absence was your presence felt:
the day after a gale, the ozone of the beach, the sea
now brown but calming, seaweed salty on the stones;
the field of flowers and dewdrops –the moths in ecstasy;
and in that silent glade of woodland, as if you had made that space
between the trees, to leave a message loud and clear: that
you live in space, so visibly invisible…

then later, on the tennis court, green grass just newly cut,
that exhilarating smell; lime-white lines just newly marked;
and when the ball hit the centre of the racquet, just so,
I missed your message, in the will to win…

And then, grown up: how are we to know – until we know –
your messages left all around, in so many places, all so different?

When, like the unicorn, we know we’ll never see you,
yet know we know that in our minds, you live?

That single horn upon its clear-eyed brow,
that dips in recognition of innocence,
how could we miss your message, so gently elegant,
one-pointed image of yourself, in mind?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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If I Could

If I could live this life again,
If I knew that I would never die
I would then give my being,
To your joy never ending
Then I would know that you would never cry.

If I could hold your hand one more time
If I could gaze into your eyes of brown
Then happy would be,
This man inside of me,
And then you would know the poet without a frown.

If I could give your lips one last kiss,
If I could hold you next to my soul,
There I’d stay forever,
And would long for our forever.
And then for once I would mind growing old.

If I could hold your smile inside my mind,
If I could keep it there with your laugh,
Inside my mind I would be,
This world made for me,
And then proudly I would live in my past.

If I could see you when I close my eyes
If I could hear you if I could not hear,
Then I would go to sleep today,
As to GOD I do pray
Then never in my sleep would I shed another tear.

If I could erase all the mistakes that I made
If I could hold you as I wish upon a star,
In peace forever I would stay,
Until Man’s dying day,
But sadly, these are all Ifs and you are so far away.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Unlimited space

Glory and fame may sparkle the mind
Heart may also beat slowly and synchronize with new find
nothing is shaken or moved away with blow of heavy wind
it is pure love and feeling of its own kind

I shall long for it with utmost faith
It will remain forever till the death
To live for own sake is no Herculean job
One feels guilty or being robbed

I want to create some position or space
I want it to be done quietly without any race
I want to bring happiness and brightness on face
It must remain there as unique case

I must be very clear in mind to create space?
I should ask for surety to self in case
How to ask any one “will you provide me any space”?
There should not be uncertainty and I must eventually brace

Heavenly bodies may laugh at me but still bless
Nothing will be left out of it just to trace
Only love and not the hate may find the way
Why one should think of desertion and to go away?

It is likely to happen that I shall live no longer
Love and friendship may grow even stronger
we are not the only one in this world to live as stranger
why don’t you rest in my arm as an adult an not teenager?

Is it is difficult to spread the message of love?
Calm water may allow the refuge to doves
Rainbow may not feel shy at colorful union
We may sail through the storm as ideal companion

Oh, God shower your bless and mercy
I pray only for her health not out of pity
Life may move on with her simple desire
I may merely surrender to her and admire

I don’t know what’s in store
I wish nothing less nothing more
Let her be the only one and not prove as stone wall
All stars must twinkle when she makes final call

She has done all her best
Choice was proving as difficult test
Every thing went off smoothly as memorable event
No chance of regret was there as it was heavenly seen

It is difficult to create space in human being
It may not succeed for any changes to bring
Lady luck may smile and bring the fortune
One may opt to go for it and dance to the tune

The pair is created not here but in His courtroom
The flowers in garden are raised to boom
We must live peacefully together and thank
Almighty the great who was merciful and frank

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Against I

I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
My images reflect in the enemies eye,
And his images reflect in mine the same time,
I-ya, I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
Right here is where the end gon' start at,
Conflict, contact 'n' combat,
Fighters stand where the land is marked at,
Settle the dispute about who the livest,
3 word answer,
Whoever survive this,
Only one of us can ride forever,
So you and I cant ride together,
Can't live or cant die together,
All we can do is collide together,
So I skillfully apply the pressure,
Won't stop until I'm forever... One!
A door step where death never come,
Spread across time til my time never done,
And I'm never done,
Walk tall, why ever run?
When they move if I ever come?
Bad man never fret the war, tell'em come
General we have the stock, the mad fire burn
I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
My images reflect in the enemies eye,
And his images reflect in mine the same time,
I-ya, I-ya,
I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive,
Survive (x16)
Reign supreme in your U-N-I,
V-E-R-S-E with the sharpness,
Narrow row building no space for partners,
No space for drivers, no space for walkers,
No space regardless,
Your on my path then get off it,
Hardheaded and unresponsive,
Get they lives put on target with harshness,
Come wit

song performed by by Massive Attack
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Home even when i am away from home.

You can take me out of home
But you can't take out home in me
Distance? Keep me away from home
And one day home will keep you away from you
Mountain? You might close the space
And the space will never close the home vehemence in me

Liar? you might lie about my home
But you can't lie about meaning of home
Gossip monger? you might gossip about my home
But you can't gossip about home fever in me
Killer? Kill miles between
When you reach my flesh
Don't flash out the meaning of home in me

You can turn diagrams into diamonds
You can turn zeros into heroes
You can turn gold into old
You can turn sorrow into happiness
Still you can't change the meaning of home in me
You can travel all over the world
But no better place than home
You can reconcile irreconcilable
You can replace irreplaceable
You can destruct indestructible
You can fringe infringeable
But still no better place than you home

Regardless of what ever hardship of life
Regardless of what ever happiness
Regardless of state of mind
Regardless of what ever health status
Home is the best

Home is not where I lay my head
Its where my mind
Home is not where I hailed
It's where my spirit is
No better place than home
Home is home

poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Mind Games

Were playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail
Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow
So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future, outta the now
You just cant beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah were playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time
Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go
So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games forever
Raising the spirit of peace and love
Love...
(I want you to make love, not war, I know youve heard it before)

song performed by by Lennon John
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Unicorn 1

Those who’ve seen one, all give differing accounts;
that’s how it should be. No in-depth video. No coffee-table book.
But the collected book of sightings –
that’s hairs on the back of the neck stuff.
One detail, though, they all agree– it came at just the right time;
although they did not know it at the time;
but time brought truth; as truth brought time.

The place they saw it– now that was surely a surprise;
and so they wonder
how their own hallowed place can not bring further sightings;
forgetting that unicorns are not bound by the same space and time
as we the spellbound are. Their space and time if we could see them
would be like joy and sadness indistinguishable.

By night, they live as unicorns must live
within this world; so that they may live among us
while living free from us; this the law of magic
which to them is natural; it’s said they live at night
by the light of their own horn, that glows like fireflies glow,
light without fire; except that we cannot see that light.
(Scientists may explain this; EM wavelengths, ultra-infra …;
all they, we, really need is taken care of...)

And then by day, they love the quiet places; for
they do not seek us, or seek to show themselves;
but we are drawn to seek their mystery.
For mysteries are not mysteries unless they hide a truth.
Forest glades; among the hills; white amidst the waves;
wherever we are nearest to one in ourselves.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Look Up At The Sky

…look up at the sky – Oh, do look up at the sky…look up at the sky that stretches in all directions and wherever one may turn…look up at the sky all above and that falls beyond the end of the visible earth…look up at the sky that stretches beyond one’s vision and look beyond the sky into limitless space…

…see, time and care and the narrowness of one’s conditioning confine one and bends one’s mind – as one’s back is bent, and one’s neck is loaded down; and one’s eyes are fixed to the spotlight-defined meters as one stands one’s ground…Oh, but just look up at the sky…

…look up at the sky in the day and see its deep blue…look up at the sky and see the clouds and the sun, and the brilliance and the lack of limits and confines…look up at the sky in the morning and see the sun rise, and behold its wonder and its colors…look up at the sky at twilight and look at it at night with the moon and the stars and the infinite space that stretches beyond…

…look up at the sky and behold its wonders and splendor and its power… look up at the sky and the space beyond and behold its brilliance and limitlessness…

Oh, look up at the sky and the space beyond – and behold the limitlessness of the mind…behold there the infinite stretch of your mind, of the mind…behold the skies and space, and behold the power and glory and the unconfined, unconditioned freedom and brilliance of your mind and your being, of the unconfined mind and of unconditioned being…

poem by Raj Arumugam
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Heart And Minf Fight

My mind says,
Stay in the room
My heart says,
See the universe

My mind says,
She has only a body
My heart says,
She has a beautiful soul

My mind says,
Get the degree
My heart says,
Get the knowledge

My mind says,
Kill the neighbor
My heart says,
Love the neighbor

My mind says,
Plunder the entire world
My heart says,
Give to the world

My mind says,
God is not here
My heart says,
God is here

My mind says,
Rule on the earth
My heart says,
Live equal on the earth

My mind says,
Invent new weapons
My heart says,
Keep the peace

My mind says,
He is a small man
My heart says,
He is a big man

My mind says
He is ignorant
My heart says,
He is wise

My mind says,
Live for money
My heart says,
Live in love

My mind says,
He heart you
My heart says,
Forget his mistake

My mind says,
Don’t agree with his opinion
My heart says,
I respect his opinion

My mind says,
You are great poet
My heart says,
You are nothing

poem by Aroon George
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U n i c o r n 1 5

Those to whom it has revealed itself
- 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
between the white-spumed waves –
they bring back with them, the experience
which always will be theirs;
some place of inner peace
to which they may refer all the events
of life; so that, like some shaken bright kaleidoscope,
all falls into its place.

Some never speak of this; some see no reason not to speak;
and risk response: thus, some envious, as ‘why not me? ’
some, just curious; some, eager to hear all,
as if they always knew, or ‘thought they guessed’, that it exists…

Even spoken from the heart, words live a life that’s perilous:
some who are so fortunate as to catch it there
in that sacred grove of trees, and on whom
the unicorn bestows its glance, as eye to eye,
speak of a softness, of a sweetness; some
say, it looked into my inmost soul;
some simply fall in love with their true peaceful self;
some speak of being so at one with it,
that all the world is ever one: so that,
its glance bestowed on them, their every glance
henceforward, sees that unity in everything.

some speak of it; some hold it in
pure silence of the heart, and live it
in themselves, as if
they are its children in the world;
their glance, as sparkling eye meets sparkling eye,
will tell us all we need to know

that moment when we know
that there is something which we know, have ever known,
but knew not what it was until
- like some glimpse of the unicorn,
here, now, always; one glimpse, one glance,
and its work done -
we know we know

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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