[This poem has been accepted for publication in Poems of the World. It’s about the nature of teaching.]
The Opened Eyes
Show me the way
Be my eyes when I am blind
Teach me the mystery of the initiated
You have sight and open eyes
The road is not at your feet but in your soul
There is no mystery for the ones who know
I have not come to play games
Your duty is to guide
If you cannot show me, you must not know.
Ponder why you have come
If I carry you on my back,
Your legs will never know the joy of running.
I feel as though I know nothing
I see you have nothing to offer
But I am here waiting
Now the learning begins . . .