My Spirit Teacher shares gems of wisdom with me, but
It isn’t always easy for me to tell a gem from a rock.
I’m almost persuaded, a thousand times or more, that
He’s leading me on; setting me up to believe something
Is so because it seems to be so.
And then, as a master trickster might, almost without my
Noticing how, He reveals a fatal flaw in my thinking.
My mind’s comfort zone of smug awareness is suddenly
Shattered; my physical, intellectual, emotional, and even
My spiritual worlds collapse together into a state that,
As some might say, you could peel me off the floor.
How does He do it? I don’t know, but He does, and yet,
Somehow I always seem to recover, after limping as
From a field of battle, licking my wounds as an injured
Dog might, into solitude.
And, then, when I almost don’t care to ever believe in
Anything again, I seem to slip back into thinking certain
And then, once again; surely I would have learned by now,
That Spirit is watching and waiting, and almost luring me
On, fully prepared to set into motion; to launch yet
Another attack on my vulnerability to believe in absolutes.