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Can't Teach the Soul
by Glenn CurrierIt is hard teaching the young
while she is scoping
and he is hoping
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I've measured the room
and checked its depth
observed its breath
used my sharp mind
for the minerals I'll find
sorted gold from pyrite
showed them I'm right
But while I was mining
and giving the map
to avoid a mishap
to distinguish the rot
from the things that are not
to spot a blind alley
or explore a dark valley
to evade all the snakes
to see their mistakes
one soul raised a candle
softly posing a query
can you tell us your theory
can you give us the power
to love a new flower
It is hard teaching the young
while he is scoping
and she is hoping 10/19/2002 Posted on 10/20/2002
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/20/02 at 08:14 AM This is a very insightful poem. I guess we all need to gather our own experiences to find our way and learn from them. I like the concern and caring this poem expresses and also the feeling of helplessness. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/21/02 at 01:53 AM Quite illuminating, fellow Zen master. Especially like the second stanza. :oD |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/23/02 at 04:55 AM How beautifuly you write life... *softest smile* My heart echoed the sounds from your pen and I think that when I read "But while I was mining"... then "one soul raised a candle
softly posing a query
can you tell us your theory
can you give us the power
to love a new flower" It touched home. Beauty here Glenn expressed so lovingly.
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| Posted by JD Clay on 11/24/02 at 07:41 AM Very revealing Glenn, I commend you, teaching is such a discover process. I have my hands full with myself. Peace... |
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