There are some people who will make you feel like a fool

through moving lips, an upturned chin.

Like putting my spirit on its knees, commanding I listen 

to all but my heart.

There are some people who, through their deafening, humble silence,

still make me feel like a fool, but only because

they make me hear the message I’ve been ignoring, that quiet but sure one, 

a tea light in me, a brazier in them.

That silent teacher said not a thing, but only pointed to that voice 

in my breast.