Saturday, December 8, 2007

Gratitude to Old Teachers

When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
We place our feet where they have never been.
We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy.
Who is down there but our old teachers?

Water that once could take no human weight--
We were students then--holds up our feet,
And goes on ahead of us for a mile.
Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness.

--Robert Bly


Steve said...

Wow. I think I have to mull that one over.

Love the photo, as usual! :)

Squirrel said...

Wow--an Escher-like photo-- I really love this!