Heartscape

't is not what you think,
this teaching thing.
Rather like looking through
An empty pint of beer.

To glean the world
Through other's eyes.
To germinate their thoughts
Feelings, deeds into a living,
Breathing sense of self.

A sense of truth,
Of wonder that
Over and over
Inspires to ask
To query, to be
Bemused with ready-made
Answers and facts.

Instead of gull-ably
Accepting them as given
Amnesia dreaming
Through another's

Talk talk hummy drum.

They gaze at me ,
Lecturer, senior now,
Fancy that!
I feel their hunger
For my words but
Know not how to answer
That strange call upon
My store of knowledge.

Until I discover, rediscover
That it is me
My whole me
My actual true self
They want and need.

So that through my words
And deeds they may begin
To sense who they are
And can become.

As if I open up a view
To a forgotten mountain range
Reflected in me.
Residing in them.
Suddenly emerged from
Sleepy dimness
Into light.