When comes the day
someone will ask me,
who has been my teacher,
I will answer, Psyche,
Psyche has been my teacher.
And to the question,
But who is this Psyche
who we cannot visibly see?
How will I answer?
Will I answer as She
has answered me?
One day I heard this Voice:
Take the Seed
of your Vision
and plant it in
the heart.
Give it all the
love you can,
and soon a Tree
will start to grow.
And each thing
you come to ask it,
that thing you come to know.
Who shall my teacher be?
I came to ask one day.
—Your teacher shall be a Tree,
the little Tree in turn replied.
And this Tree is named Psyche,
I've also come to learn.
I'm sure a future day will see
how She has become for me
a great, beautiful, blossoming
wisdom Tree.
1983