Greetings Everyone!
Here is today’s poem. Read slowly … and contemplate. Let the words drop in deeply. The invitation is for you to contemplate these words for yourself. Any meaning and insight will come to you, for you, from that still place inside you. At the end, pause and take a few moments to consider what it means to you.
The Teacher
Hungry eyes, brown, green, black and hazel
Surround the glistening ageless
Crystal blue eyes of a regal woman.
The light of eternal moons radiates from her.
She sits, pen in hand, at the head of the table
Wisdom in every glance of her sharp nurturing eyes.
Empowerment in every hand movement
As if grace were magic wands sparkling her students
Through each individual porcelain-painted fingertip.
Her sculpted countenance animates
Like a mobile wind chime
being made love to by the soft wind.
Her body presence adorned with the artistic finery
Of someone having traveled the Silk Road in far away lands,
Flowing colorful patterns on her bold shoulders.
Striking hair of shimmering silver-white,
Abundant soft waves of respect for being and brain,
An elegant crowning rite of passage.
Beautifully worn gold, silver and turquoise jewelry,
Royal elegance embodied from a time long ago,
Dances with every foot step and hand movement.
She loves her students with her attuned presence
As she calls them up and calls them out
With finely-tuned compassionate words.
A distinguished artist, poet, writer, and weaver of words
Stroking their phrases with brilliance and respect.
Unique imaginations and precious life experiences
Become her teacher.
Anya Sophia Mann
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