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February 13, 2012 / betweenstops

Re~meeting The Teacher

I was trying to talk about giving and recieving

I was trying to be heard and understood

I was searching for an answer

I was wanting to be given so

mething

an explanation in a sound soundbite.

A rule I can follow. Something I can hold on to.

A belonging sort of; having been pointed ahead, on along the way

and what I got was. .

Referred back to myself

as my own teacher.

I felt furious

and

heartbroken.

Until now.

I can do this thing.

We all can.

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