Teacher

I wish I could teach you about everything...but I can't. And you will find out one day. And one day you are probably going to question me; question everything I did/taught you. And you are probably going to be mad at me.

I will understand.
I will remain silent.
And if I don't: remind me that you need your space. That is your birth right to be mad.

I will wait for you.

The thing is, Guru... It scares me to think about all these things. Me teaching you. That's scary. That's a lot of pressure.

You, Guru, are everything I'm not. And when I look at you that's all I can think about. You came from me but you are not of me. You are a thousand times more holier, more beautiful...WISER.

I cannot teach you about forgiveness, because that's your nature.

Your nature is to forgive. To love endlessly. With compassion.
I know you forgive me everyday. I know you know I'm learning. I know because you have taught me.

Be patient with me as you grow.
I will try to be a good teacher.
A better student.