Correspondence with a Master                                                                    

Your correspondence has been like your teaching:

Compassionate, one of a kind, pure embrace of the essential energies, ideas, and images of the Poet within!

Lightning comes when we are least expecting it;

Hits us in the Ajna center,

In the third eye suddenly,

Catches us on fire,

Strikes us by surprise!

Self-confidence is something that is inborn,

But it takes an outer personage,

A Master,

To make it real,

To evoke Lightning,

As in a mirror. 

All those words and images are still with me,

In the Now of timelessness,

In the present Moment,

In Eternity. 

I must say:

In the whirling and whirling of mid-life,

I can no longer distinguish who is teacher, who student.

Who is at center, who at circumference?

Who is in the spin, who is standing still? 

How can such distinctions exist, when we are both spinning?

How, when we are both standing still?

How, when we are both bearers

Of the Lightningbolt

Of Ecstasy?

(You in old age, I at mid-life!)

When two poets are whirling,

In Ecstasy together,

When the Lightningbolt strikes two Masters,

Simultaneously--

From center to circumference--

Wisdom becomes translucent!

See: the mirror is Myself-Yourself.

The two, student and teacher, are One. 

Self or no-Self,

The soul-wisdom speaks,

Whether from within or without,

Synchronistically.

In poetic trance,

In such correspondence with one another,

Division, between self and Other,

Atman and Brahman,

Shiva and Shakti,

Student and teacher,

Are nonexistent.

They are One.