Child Was Reluctantly Admitted
The child was reluctantly admitted to the meditation circle.
She wore a necklace with a mandala
Was this arrogance or ignorance?
How enlightened can she be? We asked each other.
I admit we were snotty about it.
I was one who was a doubter.
Our meditation was silent and enjoyable.
We were asked to share what we had seen.
The child was hesitant.
The master kept asking.
I saw myself, she finally admitted.
That is surely wrong, I thought.
The master bowed to the child.
You are now my instructor he told her.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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