For most of those who are graced to see it, the vision’s enough – <br />they bring humility, are still, drink in <br />this creature, which for a space of time <br />is in this world, and yet not of this world, <br />who shows them who they are, and always were – <br />so what is known, is known; they leave its presence <br />as themselves. <br /> <br />but some find it’s quite natural to speak, <br />as one might bear a sacrifice in outstretched arms <br />of all that is and is not of themselves. <br />That glorious creature does not speak; but listens: <br />listens with, as if, the one point of its horn which brings <br />its ears to its eyes; gazes as it listens; a gentle, mild, sweet gaze; <br />listens, gazes, with its whole wise, understanding presence; <br /> <br />and having spoken, or not spoken, all leave <br />as themselves; knowing themselves to have <br />the whole universe as their measure.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unicorn-9/
