Guru

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Today I am thinking of the stress we put on ourselves when our way of learning and expression is not the same as our admired and charismatic teachers. Perhaps you have a beloved teacher or learner who might recognize themself in today’s breath?

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn a room with the wild haired teacher soul,gesturing so his rings click agreementto the passionate pronouncements of his soul.He bounces in his chair, shaking from holding the live wire of the divine.Something of the charge fills the space--my skin lifts away from my bodyI can see each individual cell lit with fire--My skin settles back on my body,comforting and warm like a midnight bed in winter.There is nothing wrong with this quiet soul connection.I want to hold every soul in this room -- those who want to believeif they don't spasm and jerk from divine electricityit is because they haven't practiced enoughor opened their hearts the right way.I will whisper like water that gently softens rock edges -- "You are who you are andwho you are is what god is."