Vozes d’outros (13)
I HAVE SUCH A TEACHER
“Last night my teacher thaught me the lesson of poverty,
having nothing and wanting nothing.
I am a naked man standing inside a mine of rubies,
clothed in red silk.
I absorb the shining and now I see the ocean,
bilions of simultaneous motions
moving in me.
A circle of lovely, quiet people
becomes de ring on my finger.
Then the wind and thunder of rain on the way.
I have such a teacher.”