Homage to Teachers
Blessed are the dream catchers
The people who stop dreams
Slipping through uncertain fingertips
Or dissolving in a tide of ‘I can’ts’
Blessed are the
w
hispers that ride
The crest of waves and the tickle
Of breezes with their intuitive promptings
To remember and act upon our dreams
Blessed are the teachers in this kaleidoscopic life
Found in everything and every being -
From the mad wisdom of a crazed sage
To the gurgle of a newborn baby
Blessed are the reminders we can learn to read -
The moment to moment signals and pointers
That teach us to stay still long enough
To listen to the call of our dreams
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