The Professor
His body dances in the sunlight
While his heart remains hidden in the shadows
He preaches freely of emotion
While never allowing the sermon to penetrate his surface.
He sails calmly through life using knowledge as his weapon;
Experience as his shield.
He fights away the enemy called Desire with intelligence;
Longing with awareness; Love with resistance.
He remains guarded behind his cloak of wisdom
(Ah, for he who knows is not required to feel...)
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We, the unknowing pupils watch him.
Some with contempt and frustration;
Some with longing and desire;
Some with tenderness and affection;
Some merely in awe.
Condescendingly, we embrace that which we do not understand
(Intent upon bringing him over into our world)
We pull, we tug, we bend, we shape and mold...
But to no avail.
For he is the professor.
We are merely students.
Scolded by defeat, we file back into our appointed places
And let the instruction continue...
2007-02-09
02:50:54
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I used the word "condescendingly" because I felt like the student thought she was better than the professor because she actually "feels" things, rather than teaching them. (You know...the "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." philosophy. Thanks for bringing that up, though!
2007-02-09
03:45:36 ·
update #1