The best teachers are those that show you where to look
but don't tell you what to see.
The best students are those who don't look at your finger
when you point at the moon.

What kind of teacher I would be
would not show the moon too soon
and not allow my finger to linger
or clench into a fist of despair
to swing futilely at empty air
where I think your head should be
it having already outpaced me,
so now we are both free.

Happily chirping
And flying about
I saw you
Basking in sunlight
Agile
Singing your own song

Picking up bread crumbs
Sitting unaware
I saw you
Getting caught
Caged
Taken away

Inside a golden cage
Hung in a garden
I saw you
Asked to sing
Listless
Sitting in a corner

Being fed
Fresh nuts and water
I saw you
Looking through the bars
Sad
Longing to get out

Through the night, so ebony black
he moved with grace and calm
With confidence went, not looking back
moaning a mournful psalm

No one saw him passing by
just heard his voice so lonesome
They said; “Someone is to die”
Not being sure, what from

But 'Death' walks close, mark my word
I've heard that sound before
Scariest sound you've ever heard
I don't want to hear no more!

You stand right before me
in admiration
of self emulated beauty
your giggle is spontaneous
but genuine

then you break down
into a seeming reunion
now you dance
after a refreshing bath
let your towel fall
without a trace of wrath

then you laugh,
the world may hear

as you are seemingly calling
for your loved dear

finally through life’s magnetic trance
you wander
and
mindlessly ballet dance