I Have Such a Teacher

Last night my teacher taught 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, 
billions of simultaneous motions 

moving in me. 
A circle of lovely, quiet people
becomes the ring on my finger. 

Then wind, and the thunder of rain on the way. 
I have such a teacher.