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Friday, July 27, 2018

Poetry 133: Wanted: Spiritual Teacher

Wanted: Spiritual Teacher

I’m looking for a teacher

who understands—and even appreciates—

a well-timed swear

like shit or fuck

in a moment of frustration.


Someone who gets it

when I say:

Getting out of

bed this morning

felt absolutely impossible.


I need a teacher

who recognizes

what an accomplishment

it is to not only get

the dirty laundry of

4 family members

clean AND dried, but

also actually put away.


(I mean, trophies should

be given for that, right?)


And I need someone

who has suffered

such a great wound

(or two or three)

that they never really quite

recovered.


I want a teacher who will say

it to me straight, if necessary,

like a nail hammered

right between the eyes:

Oh yeah,

life is fucking hard sometimes,

and,

I love you.


Someone who can

sit in silence for hours if need be-

because that

is how long it

takes me to break down

my layers of armor,

bullshit and

defense mechanisms

in order to squeeze

out one single tear.


I need a teacher

who loves god

as much as I do,

and would spend hours

gazing at the way the morning

light plays on the

the dew of an indiscriminate

blade of grass at dawn,

just because.


And a teacher who’s sense

of god is

so expansive

that I would

never feel a need to make

myself smaller than

I am in order to fit

into her loving arms.


Yes, this is

the spiritual teacher

that I am

looking for.


If you know someone

who fits this description,

please give them

my number.

-Me

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