May 10 by The Running Son
A poem to a Teacher
We met, but you wont remember.
Because you don’t know me
yet you do. Thats why you’re the teacher,
and I am a student of learning.
You teach with a radiation outward
of gentle light.
I can see that. I think I saw you
truly in some video or book.
We have never met, Sir.
Wasn’t necessary. I got the notes,
I took the class
of life-giving messages you passes
by book and over seas
through words, in your own bi-language way.
I want to tell you. I got the message.
and it is a nice one
now that I understand it, and it’s a common one
found often here, sometimes there
in men and women with teachers hearts
Radiating out at the currency of light,
toward Fathers and teachers and understanding
To Dr. Claudio Naranjo.
Seems like a very good man.