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.