I am
always the student.
I love to be in that position,
bowing, listening, at the feet of all
that I see. This doesn’t require an open mind:
it is the open mind. It never has to take responsibility
for knowing or for not knowing. It receives everything without
defense, without judgment, since judgment would cost it everything
it is. The moment you think you’re someone or you think you have
something to teach, the inner world freezes and becomes
the realm of illusion. That’s what it costs when you
identify yourself as the person who knows.
It’s a concoction of mind. You shrink
down into the teacher:
limited, separate,
stuck.
nine bows