Kay Ryan wrote this deeply spiritual and moving poem. It has a Zen, mystical quality. I am sure there is Something or Someone holding everything together. When something disrupts the ocean of universal consciousness and it goes a little off course or yaws, we feel only the slightest pull. A larger energy field absorbs the drops and warps. The adjustments occur in ways so we are not tested beyond our limits and find a path to walk.
Imagine a surface
so still and vast
that it could test
exactly what
it set in motion
when a single stone
is cast into its ocean.
Possessed of a calm
so far superior
to people’s, it alone
could be assessed
ideally irascible.
In such a case,
if ripples yawed
or circles wobbled
in their orbits
like spun plates
it would be the law
and not so personal
that what drops warps
what warps dissipates.
Teacher as Transformer 