I asked as I drew near;
and I approached him slowly, closer
to ensure that I would hear
his words soft spoken from his place
perched atop a stool,
I said, "Is there a formula to use
or some unchanging rule?
When does one attain that end?"
And I looked him in the eyes.
"Can a Master walk among the living
or must he wait until he dies?"
My teacher sat cross-legged
and he gazed with deep intent
then chose his words, at length with care
to convey just what he meant.
"There are Masters living now
and walking on the earth.
Old or young, it matters not
in cycles of death and birth.
You seek not to discover
how to do the things we do,
but rather seek to verify
if what you know is true."
He clasped his hands upon his lap
and with the breath he drew,
prepared to tell me what he'd learned
and through the centuries knew.
"When you can taste desire
and not give in to need;
when you can have your every wish
and not be ruled by greed;
when you're awash in deep despair
and yet not drown in grief;
when emotions seize and pummel you
and still you find relief;
when you can face what's just and cruel
with equal strength and grace,
when you're challenged by the impossible
yet you never break your pace;
when pleasures beckon you to stray
from the path you strive to keep
but you won't be caught by ego's lures
or lost to what you seek.
When others destroy in fear and pain
the sacred and the true,
you'll be a Master if you give love
with all you say and do.
0 comments:
Post a Comment