The gift of the teacher

If every moment in life is meant to teach then teaching is what must happen.

Listen to your heart beat,
Does it match mine?

I stand strong in this power of the teacher.

I stand strong in my power of knowing,
and un-knowing,
and the ability to distinguish them.

I stand strong in my voice as it echos in the room,
as your eyes gaze at me,
sometimes full of wonder,
and sometimes with complete confusion and boredom,

and I view them as the same.

Tell me how to be solid, and full of wisdom,
I ask.

It is only through extreme humbleness and through sight that the wisdom can pour forth.

I want to See you all.

Tell me how your day went,
and what your dreams are,
tell me your fears,
and what made you proud of yourself?

And in this connection of heart, the wisdom gets transfered.

I stand strong in my core,
my beautiful,
feminine power,
that yearns for attention but shys it away.

NO. Today I stand, and Today I claim the power that has always been rightfully mine.

I am the teacher,
I am the goddess,
I am the priestess,

and so are you, darling, but today you listen to me,

Strength and something unnameable.

This is that tune.
Of luxury, and my soul-song.

If I can stay in deep connection to the present, and what is, and the needs of the classroom, then that is the blessing!

Amen v'Amen.

To give from heart is the work of this world.
Bless me with authenticity, trust, knowing, strength, vocal power, ease, smiles, laughter and the ability to translate my true self in my giving.

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