Teaching


When the glories of spanda,
Stream out of your sparkling eyes,
Your delighted face, your every gesture,
The word "teacher" loses all meaning…
And teaching gushes forth.


In an old Indian story, a man is floating down the Ganges,
And becomes ensnared in his shawl.

The struggle threatens to pull him under.
He fights and fights, gasping for air.

Laughing for such a long time, my Baba chuckles,
"Oh Charles, you don't want this shawl,
But Mother has other plans."

I can almost see him wiping the tears of laughter,
As he struggles to get those words out.
He finds my dilemma hysterical.

But a dear friend said today...

“You can't help sharing your Treasure.
For when the glories of spanda,
The dance of Shiva and Shakti,
Stream out of your sparkling eyes,
Your delighted face,
Your every gesture,
The word "teacher" loses all meaning...
And teaching gushes forth
To nourish everything in its path.”

What a teacher she is.
And what a beautiful teaching she offered,
For Teaching, Healing, and Blessing
Are inherent in Love.

*Spanda: a Sanskrit term for the subtle creative pulse of the universe as it manifests into the dynamism of living form.