Student, Teacher, Student

In the final
silence, bow

at the feet
of your students –
lay your hands

on their barefoot
soles. No greater
honor thanĀ 

the exchange
of open heart
to open heart –

it does
not matter
which direction.

teacher haiku

I tell her my fears
and she offers the window –
the outside pours in.

close your eyes, she says,
after a while, I am back
inside my body.

her voice and the blood
winding through my veins, like a
chorus of humming.

is not a direction, it
is an opening.

it is hard not to
giggle once I see that my
brain has been driving…

and so we do.