There is no urgency, Spirit tells me. There never was
And never will be. Perhaps not for Him, but it stresses
Me to be, or seem to be, a very slow learner of His
Gems of Wisdom. Sometimes I wonder how
I could ever grasp the depth of insight
That seems almost comprehensible
And yet still beyond my understanding.
At times like this I feel compassion
For Spirit, my teacher, whom I greatly
Respect, but do not always show it.
Why? I fear I’ll lose myself in
The immensity of his energy, that is
So totally beyond that of my own.
The compassion I feel for Him comes
When I consider that possibly
He was assigned to teach me,
Perhaps as a Cosmic joke.
Spirit seems to smile at my misplaced
Compassion, if it is misplaced, and
I suddenly feel appreciation and gratitude
Beyond measure, for being blessed with
The opportunity to study at a
Tuition-free and formless academy of
Higher Learning. Then I wonder, as if
To bring myself back to a denser form
Of thought, do formless energies have
Form other than of their own choosing?
Spirit assures me that, just as all matter
Has form and energy, so it is with Him
And all so-called formless energies.
Form, He tells me, is in the eye
Of the beholder, but not as beauty is.