When Moses pleaded, and Yahweh agreed at last to let the people
hear His voice,
it's said that he allowed each person to hear what each could hear
to the very brim of that and no more.
Afterwards the people said, Please Moses, from now on you listen.
We don't want to hear it. You do the talking and listening now.
Being with the teacher was like that
as though he were a book too difficult to read.
So, I thought I had to become more than I was, more than I'd been.
but that wasn't it. It seemed rather that
something had to go. Something had to be let go of.
It wasn't that I saw something new—or saw suddenly into him,
not that, not ever
but that the room itself, whatever room we might be standing in,
assumed an astonishing clarity:
and the things in the room: a table, a cup, a meowing cat. --//-- [a poem by Marie Howe and a full moon in a palm tree - two gifts from my annual retreat.]