My Teacher

My Teacher is silent and strict.

My Teacher feeds me in upbringings.

My Teacher caresses like wind,

My Teacher is full of his Feelings.

My Teacher's a nascence, an end.

My doubt is My Teacher and sure.

My Teacher is an art to refrain,

My Teacher is an art to be pure.

The Doctrine is simple and hard,

The Doctrine is stable and driven.

The Doctrine that evil allowed

To make all my blessings be given.