The Instructor

He gestures with his hands.

He speaks

with his eyes

with his face

with his body

with the very core

of his being

transformed

into a beacon,

a transmitting instrument,

finely tuned to an opus

that cradles,

nurtures and raptures

mind and emotion

through the arduous,

treacherous

labyrinths

of language

and human experience.

He connects

heart and intellect

in precarious

ethereal architecture

that builds

and soars upwards

upon itself

to conquer

timidness

indolence

dissimilarity

and doubt.

He gives

of himself in a torrent

–handfuls

like waterfalls of knowledge–

and you can divine

and begin to notice

frowns relaxing

and smiles

and faces floating

in a different glowing mist

of complicity

and understanding;

eyes filled with awe,

anticipation,

hope and wonder.

He handles

paper and words

as if a magician

with doves and rabbits.

He is

alchemist

cauldron

present

and future.

He makes you think,

and give of yourself

by pointing

and walking the way.

He is a Moses

for now

that belongs to the ages.

He parts the sea

commanding

the flow

of a different exodus.