Sleeping Muse

I used to be a spiritual teacher.

I had to quit when I realised

there was no such thing.

Or rather, everything is a spiritual teacher.

The cat. The carpet. A chair.

A tree. A mountain.

My dad with dementia.

Heartache. Joy. My own. Yours.

The man sleeping on the pavement.

The breathtaking night sky.

It’s all a teacher.

It’s all a guru.

And I am just a mouthpiece, as we all are.

I am just a friend, sharing my heart.

I am just a bird, singing my song.

I quit as a spiritual teacher,

I quit as any kind of authority,

and I became a real human being, authentic, embodied, honest and true.

And there I found my true peace and enlightenment.

In the temple of the ordinary.

In the sanctuary of the mundane.

In the holy heart of the uncovered moment.