I hope my students never fully know.
My bouquet
of beliefs
may set on my
teacher’s desk,
for all to notice,
in front of where I
plan my lessons and
confer with scholars,
where it brightens my
day and eases my
stress with the beauty of
its unique blossoms
and verdure.
But it is not
yours,
dear students.
Oh, you may admire its
appearance, how
nicely the crystal
vase helps the stems
stand tall and straight
or lean slightly
left
or right,
creating a delightful harmony
of ideas, colors, and shapes.
You may think you
know what
inspired their
arrangement,
which varieties are included,
the showiest of the
bunch directly in the center,
and the complementary varieties
adding accents or filling
in the empty places.
But you don’t.
You may even inhale its unique
fragrance, an intoxicating
blend of herbs
and flowers,
leaves and twigs that
infuse our soothing and
peaceful place to learn,
but you can
never name all its sources,
for there have been so many.
And you shouldn’t.
The secrets of its
composition are mine
to keep,
its contrasts and emphasis
mine alone
to know, to remember, or
to regret.
Not to impose on you.
No, you must create
your own bouquet, not
replicate mine.
Nor anyone else’s.
How could you?
Many posies in my bouquet
have no guarantee
of longevity. They are
not dried or frozen,
silk or plastic. They began
in life and are
constantly changing.
As they droop,
some will be refreshed
by others of their kind,
perhaps a different color
shade, or size.
Others will retain their shape
and intensity with age,
hardening into sturdy
beauties that will never
be discarded.
A few will be removed altogether
when they wilt, or
when I notice
they have withered.
And just as I must tend my
bouquet of beliefs, dear students,
so must you,
assembled by your
own experiences, understanding,
and revelation.
Be attentive to the bouquet
that rests in your space and
reflects your
beliefs to others.
Gather and trim your blossoms
and foliage with a hand
reaching for Truth,
not merely fad,
and replace them as
you are guided
by wisdom
and true compassion.