nirvana_was_kept_well_hidden_by_my_''teachers'' zen jane instead of teaching me how to ascend, to be an authentic soul, school was about acting a certain way and not making waves. i knew these were not my real teachers. that the real teachers were those that moved me - those people who didn't insist upon themselves, instead, they would float in and out of my life, like bubbles, inviting me in for a while. their departure left me sorrowful, but they left behind a real lesson - about the nature of human interaction, and nature - ("what happens in the meadow at dusk?" "everything.) . . . it's beautiful.") 100204 what's it to you? who go blather from