Mother of Another Seed

I am a mother of none, but I mother hundreds

I walk in solitude of a thousand words; listen to the roar of a thousand minds.

I preach, I evangelize, I spin a tale,

light fires with stories of old; sagas of anguish; tales of victory.

I instill pride; evoke thought.

I listen to dreams hushed between pages,

spur minds to think, to create, to know.

I ache at attempts; marvel at success;

I admonish mediocrity, applaud heroic struggle

I guide, correct, redirect, I convince, I purport and I provoke.

I am the mother of the children of knowledge;

doors open to all who seek,

I revive the ones who have abandoned the search, unchain those from the precipice of self-doubt, fortify the foundations of those who believe.

I advise, I counsel, I praise and I claim

that all who enter shall leave transformed by the pure power of their own ability

… and I await for the moment of conversion, for the treasure that emanates

from the divine source of all knowledge, for the instant when the light bursts forth.

 

 

I am a teacher