The Master & The Disciple

Finally,

Taking one last step,

I reached the top of the mountain

And found him there -

Sitting in his typical nonchalant manner

Just as in my dreams of thousand nights

Sitting there with his eyes closed -

Humble and modest, old and frail

Yet undoubtedly elegant and serene.

“MASTER!”

I bowed and he smiled,

A shiver ran through my being

As I felt his mind’s eye penetrating my soul

-my innermost core.

Overwhelmed, I sat down,

And closed my eyes,

Still able to see him inside my mind.

“I know your query” his voice boomed,

“Your soul is thirsty

You seek the truth, 

So here is the truth -

Just listen to the secret sound, 

The real sound of silence, which is inside you

And you will find the truth

You are the truth...

I could see/ sense his face

Breaking into a beatific smile

“All know that the drop merges into the ocean,

But few know that the ocean merges into the drop.”

Shocked, I opened my eyes

He was gone.

With a beatific smile of my own

I silently stood up and turned around

To take the first step

In my journey towards self-realization!