“I hope I don’t get into trouble for this, but I wrote a poem on how I feel about him…”
“Ode To The Teacher”
‘By Me’
“One yesterday I touched a dream. A tangible illusion did come to me, as I lay in meadows of confusion. He wove a tale before my eyes. A path of restitution, that almost seemed to parallel religious resolution.”
“At best I felt his mind was lost within a realm, well hidden, and that his sanity did rest, within his soul, unbidden. For though his eyes did spark a trust and proved to be quite charming, I found it hard to cut old ties I once believed disarming.”
“Yet this did not discourage me, nor causes my heart to falter. So simple are the answers mid complexities that alter. I sought to find a better way to understand his reason, and so I left my world behind. To share with him a season.”
“One day, while sitting in the grass, he spoke of revelations. Of how there once was born a child. A teacher of the nations. Through his eyes, he saw the world with piercing understanding, and lived beyond the mortal lies, of cultures too demanding.”
“The creed he taught was unity, the brotherhood foundation. He showed the seed of logic behind cosmical creation. And though the elders listened to his wisely told rendition, of how this sphere of time was cast, they feared to change tradition.”
“He came to US!” They cried aloud, “This ‘God’ is OUR redemption, and only by our rights, and laws, can tribesmen gain ascension!!!” They vowed, in time, to stop his, rabble rousing declaration. Then pleaded with the people to help crush this infestation."
“They needed words to justify their urgency to try him, and searching through their ancient laws, they found one to belie him. They called him mad, and swore his tongues were born of one in fever. And that his healing touch did cast him sorcerous receiver.”
“And so, within the walls of a conditioned institution, banished by the sharp sword of misguided resolution, they vanquished, from this planet, this young son of life enlightened. Too frightened to relinquish hold of faiths that time had tightened.”
“Far past this story’s final page, on through the dawn’s returning, I sat and pondered all. While deep inside there grew new yearning. To find the door behind the rage, that shadows this our planet. And see the cloud, it leaves behind, as only anger’s bandit.”
/bow
/smile
for everyone and climbs into Surfy’s lap with his favorite blankie to watch adorable otter videos
