in silence, listening for the teachers' words,
Yearning for the
knowledge they will impart.
The silence roars
through my brain, my focus shifting and roaming.
Where did they
go, when will they return, what is taking so long?
scattered fog, I struggle for clarity,
explanations and support; yearning for wisdom.
Slowly a new voice
emerges, small and soft;
Not really needing
to be heard, its meaning and intention obvious to one who will
You see, says the
voice, the teacher's absence is itself a lesson.
voices, you learn to listen to the silence.
confirmation, you learn to trust yourself.
strength, you build your own strength.
When the teachers
return, both teachers and students will be ready for new lessons.
You will have many
teachers, making themselves apparent
when the time is right;
And, as wisdom and
vision grow, you will also have many students; teaching by
example, love and silence.
learning, the opposite, yet the same continuous cycle.