! ! Teacher As Healer: An Observation

Even before the question put, they’re full of quiet attention; something is already being listened to.. makes that space, in which a question may be floated on the air.. tentatively perhaps, or self-concerned, the question’s put; and listened to; perhaps with gentle nod of head; a keen attention; even a half-smile: you and they are meeting now in the fullness of the heart, in a place that’s fully shared: the teacher, almost eager, so it seems, to hear more of your truth; to hear the truth of you. And as the question nears its end, the answer floats upon the air as if it and the question are but one; the answer gently given, as if already shared; not given, not received; but already shared; (and I saw: each time they said the words ‘it is’, their spine relaxed into a greater straightness..) Who can describe that unity of mind - as joy in stillness; or the bliss of peace? Somewhere in the world of name and form, something has been healed; wholeness has returned to wholeness; perfection taken, and returned; the teacher, too, is still; gifts of grace have been exchanged.