The teachers stay
while we peel kings,
my roots to the ground
while I fly with wings
the spirit of the teacher always lives
even through the birth canals into our kids,
the soundless speaker, teacher
speaks to the sighless weeper,
through visual speakers
and quiet whispers,
learning close and distant lessons
from inside the flesh brought into the other world.
The great open world-class world
the teacher will appear
when the student is ready to hear,
when the students are ready to see.