Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

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.

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Shirley Hawkins August 11, 2022 at 11:28 PM How to see ourselves as others see us I second Richards's comment. Caren Krutsinger August 11, 2022 at 11:47 PM thank you very much Shirley

Unseeking Seeker August 11, 2022 at 8:10 PM Wow! Tremendous! (Applause) Caren Krutsinger August 11, 2022 at 11:47 PM Thankyou. The child was my child - I was the one who brought her, and she was eight. She probably does not remember it, but I do.