My inner teacher always knows best although I do not listen to her all the time. When I try to change a habit that does not serve me well my little mind insists on its old ways as a stubborn child. Patience, born of compassion, is one of my teacher’s many qualities and with time in her hands she waits eternally until my doubts, fears and hesitations disappear. She supports me unconditionally and remains equally poised before my clarity and confusion. She is always here watching and when I walk again into a dead-end, she patiently sees me fall, cry, laugh and stand up again.
Her pervasive presence is like that of a mother, always attentive. She sees and knows all and subtly points at ways that I do not understand all the time but that I foolishly question. When I doubt my inherent wisdom she always reminds me that I am her child, the heiress of her knowledge. She is luminous, the generator of countless stars, the fuel that keeps my fire going. Her spacious body is vast like the sky and she invites me generously to rest on her bosom until old stories dissolve like clouds.
My inner teacher is my constant companion, my best friend, who joins me faithfully in countless adventures. She always lets me take the lead but follows me without hesitation. When I leave her behind she becomes distant and aloof but then I turn my head to look at her and she comes to me. In silence I listen to what she has to say and that’s when we meet again like old lovers coming together. Our timeless relationship is an old story of parting and reuniting, of amor and desamor, but in her unmovable compassion she always sustains me in my comings and goings like the ocean sustains the ebb and flow of the tide. She is my beloved who hears my call for love and although she is sometimes slow to respond I know I can always find her at home, within my foolish heart. Jai Ma!