The Teacher speaks
KARMA ‘….down through these islands….’
The Teacher speaks:
- I have come unscathed through Purgatory to our children
for the children are omens of difference, the tokens for the passage
from our father’s land to our father’s land.
The old volcanoes have cooled to their set differences, and I earnestly proclaim
new mounds of island playing in cloud on the horizon.
Let us bathe in the river of learning, look to the horizon.
And look! On this shore! One whose sad eyes
had seen the lurking shocks, the rocks and the mosses,
whose frame felt currents when strong breeze shoved his bark out to the islands.
His bark crashed and shuddered and
His resurrected body walks the beach.
And yet, I insist that my lover must not breed me
cannot make me end my gaze on one too near to me.
I love us all.
