Teacher of Riddles

 This morning at Starbucks I conversed with a woman that brought in a service dog, and an old Italian from the Bronx. We spoke of nonverbal communication, and That inspired me to write this.  The image by the way is a stock photo, but I like what it expresses.

 The heart sees no absurdity, 

 For all is in truth, 

 Knowing no words to express, 

 Four words lose their illusion, 

 And when the eyes of the heart are open, 

 The soul receives true light. 

 Even nature understands this truth, 

  Spoken thought being and absurdity, 

 And a dog can look into your eyes, 

 To know the truth of who you are, 

 And if our hearts are so much wiser, 

 Who are we to choose not to listen? 

 A good teacher teaches in the pictures, 

 Using words has the colors of his brush, 

 And though the students are learning, 

 The teacher becomes the greatest student, 

  In the eyes of those who are listening, 

 Vision of the soul becomes clear. 

 The mysteries of tragedy go on answered, 

 While the tragedy of love is ignorance, 

 For if the distractions of the world are silenced, 

 The heart feeds the soul true wisdom, 

 And though a tear may come time to time, 

 True joy will never be conquered.