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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Schools can’t teach the things I want to know ⠀⠀⠀⠀instead of what I think I know, although ⠀⠀⠀⠀I always can assume. There’s mastery ⠀⠀⠀⠀in making up what I think things should be ⠀⠀⠀⠀for how I want you thinking it should go. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Can any class curriculum bestow ⠀⠀⠀⠀the talent I’d want my own verse to show? ⠀⠀⠀⠀Absent wherewithal to confer that degree, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀schools can’t teach. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀It kills me, how some teachers out there crow ⠀⠀⠀⠀how skilled they are with brash braggadocio ⠀⠀⠀⠀and manage to fool students who won’t see ⠀⠀⠀⠀what is and isn’t art in poetry. ⠀⠀⠀⠀When ignorance is all your prof can sow, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀schools can’t teach. ⠀ |
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prompted by Daily Prompt: Back to School at the Daily Post
clarior e tenebris 
THE MAGICAL ACT
Teaching is love
Which is to give
the space to breathe
To feed
asking nothing in return
Teach me
Love me
Teach me to love
and teach in my turn
Paying back to the spirit of man
Thank you.
And to you.
acts of discovery
opening of mind to infinity
worlds upon worlds yet to be explored
again and again until any problem is resolved
finding not one way
but many
engagement
joy in free flow of mind be-ing
without boundaries
no limits
universe unfolding
unending
within
such is the ideal made real
can be
so seldom is these times
can be
again
will to be
Yes. Wise insights. Any limits are self-imposed deceptions. And if realization of the ideal really comes so seldom anymore, it is only because we accept less than that infinity that is always within our reach.