Here alone with all I profess
A faith, a belief in some systems of thought
Professors and priests, mystics and bards
All were often one I confess.
There were some unlettered men
Who knew more than the savants, then
There were bards who could sing and swear
And find their way to your heart there.
There were wild poppies dancing
Wild horses prancing
The teacher of all I know
Came for a few seasons
Then went for his own benighted reasons.
There was life’s blood and show
The poetry and pain and pageantry's stream
Whirled around in a fevered dream
Life was what it did not seem
Thus taught the teacher of all I know.
This poem is classically structured. beautifulyy penned. One to preserve sathya narayana
This was written with great thought behind it, you express yourself well Love duncan X
'Life was what it did not seem....' yes...it is more than it seems...who is a better teacher priest singer or painter than life? well wrote, rani...ten for this...
Rani, all I can say in a few words that this is your best, so melodious a write and I really loved it. The teacher of all I know, I understand is a capable and strong one. Life an experienced teacher. 10+++ and more Rema
life and living - great teachers. every thing that touchrs uor lives has something to teach. reflective.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant tribute to the 'Great Soul.' Composition extraordinaire!