The Master & The Disciple
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,
lass="ql-align-justify">“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!