TEACHERS AND JOURNEYS

Well, the dawn was coming

Heard him ringing on my bell

He said, “My name’s the teacher

That is what I call myself”

 

“And I have a lesson

That I must impart to you

It’s an old expression

But I must insist it’s true”

 

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun

No sense in sitting there, hating everyone

No man’s an island and his castle isn’t home

The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown

 

So I took a journey

Threw my world into the sea

With me went the teacher

Who found fun instead of me

 

Hey man, what’s the plan, what was that you said?

Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed

I try to socialize but I can’t seem to find

What I was looking for, got something on my mind

 

Then the teacher told me

It had been a lot of fun

Thanked me for his ticket

And all that I had done

 

Hey man, what’s the plan, what was that you said?

Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed

I try to socialize but I can’t seem to find

What I was looking for, got something on my mind.

 

Teacher

Jethro Tull

(written by Ian Anderson)

 

 

 

If a fir tree had a foot or two like a turtle, or a wing,

do you think it would just wait for the saw to enter?

 

You know the sun journeys all night under the earth;

if it didn’t, how would the cabbages be fed with the rain?  

 

Have you thought of Joseph lately?  

Didn’t he leave his father in tears, going?  

Didn’t he then learn how to understand dreams, and give away grain?  

 

And that man with the long nose, didn’t he leave his country, forced to,

and only then learned how to travel through the three worlds?  

 

And you, if you can’t leave your country, you could go into yourself.  

And become a ruby mine, open to the gifts of the sun.  

 

You could travel from your manhood into the inner man, or from your womanhood into the inner woman–

by a journey of that sort Earth became a place where you find gold.  

 

So leave your complaints and self-pity and internalized death-energy.

Don’t you realize how many fruits have already escaped out of sourness into sweetness?  

 

A good source of sweetness is a teacher, mine is named Shams.  

You know every fruit grows more handsome in the light of the sun.

 

Rumi

(translated by Robert Bly)

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