Left Unsaid
Several nights ago I dreamt
of listening to a teacher,
a young meditation master,
sitting before us
telling her students
that knowledge is not important
and is in fact a distraction.
“Yes!” I thought,
but her students did not understand.
And as if sharing a joke
she leaned over
and looked at me
with a twinkle in her eye.
(published in LITTLE PINE, 2016)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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