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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
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 © 2025 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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