in the mood for rhyme
hands smell of thyme
and thought is a mime
I'm searching for a chime
this love is playtime

timing is different from time
therein is a mystery deep

it lives on a celestial plane
out of reach for normality

to eat at its mystical feast
you have to be invited

A sacred rhythm
that exists
in the fabric
of God's reality,

trust in the calling,
the whispers
of your intuition

a tremendous guide,
a voice more holy
than
all the angels

Teachers are like stars
who light up dark minds,
like the sky on a moonless night.

Their light doesn’t burn,
but soothes young, innocent minds,
guiding them on their path
towards their destination.

Many teachers touch our lives
along the way—
each bringing new wisdom.
Some shine softly,
while others stand out
like brilliant stars.

But just like every star
gives away its light
to brighten the night sky,
every teacher plays a part
in making our life
a success story.

A poem
is when you have the sky in your mouth.
It is hot like fresh bread,
when you eat it,
a little is always left over.

A poem
is when you hear
the heartbeat of a stone,
when words beat their wings.
It is a song sung in a cage.

A poem
is words turned upside down
and suddenly!
the world is new.

by  Jean-Pierre Simeón from This is a Poem that Heals Fish, courtesy of Maria Popova