Compassionate Teacher of My Soul

2/29/08

He sowed the seeds of promise in my soul

And spoke to me in gentle cadences

Of the breaking by the present of the past.

For Supermind will not abide the mind

Imposed by man, for mind is ignorance.

"In six months or possibly one year

You will face some problems with your health.

Do you have any trouble breathing now?"

I answered that I did and he replied,

"Follow your breathing for five minutes each day.

It is not necessary to hold the nose

And the unimportant techniques they have devised,

And do not overwork, accomplish things

Steadily and in a small way

No flash, for this is always Mother's way.

Your health is only a possibility

Do not dwell on it or on the past.

You have not failed Her, it is not time yet

For the vision of the Gardens to come down."

Behind his words a sweetness and a love

Penetrating deep into my heart.

Silently he blessed and I received.

He shuffles now in his ninetieth year.

It is nearly fifty years since first he came

Into my life implanting wisdom-force,

Instructing in his clear and gentle way.

He would not accept financial offering

But will send a list of books for his research,

Allowing me the opportunity

To serve with gratitude in my small way

For this compassionate teacher of my soul.