Choices

Today I met my Teacher,
He said "Be still my dear,
Your thoughts are causing aching,
Your suffering brings me here."

I stopped and faced my Teacher,
So I could hear the words he said,
How did he know my turmoil?
Thoughts running through my head.

I saw the pain across his face,
The sadness in his eyes,
It hurt to think my turmoil,
Was affecting one so wise....