A true teacher leads you to the shores of the Unteachable. Gently pushes you into the waves. Lets you drown. Reach out for a lifeline. But the teacher won't throw you one. Only gives you a smile. Your body floats face-down for three days, salt in your wound, your soul a grain of sand chafing the gristle of an oyster. When the pearl emerges, you have no more need for polishing. In the blackness beyond your rim of light, breathes a soundless and beautiful catastrophe, the new green world. You created it without a Word. Now it is evening. On the beach by quiet waters, you walk with the teacher. Neither of you leave any footprints.

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