Poem for John and me

Hi I am at a conference in Cardiff and on the way on the train I was inspired to write a poem about my academic supervisor from the early 1990s:

Poem for John

I sat at your feet for 5 years
(Which was a strange place to be
In an English university)
You were the closest
I ever had
To a real live spiritual teacher.

I am not sure
How you carried it
All
Your floor was crowded then
As mine is now.

But I know
We are doing something
very ancient
mysterious
love giving
And
Spiritual
There!
I have said it
Spiritual
Oh my God!

You showed me
The way to be
More me
And less anyone else
Less false
Less quiet

I can't seem to stop
Showing this to those
Who sit at my feet.