A True Disciple

a true disciple listens
and takes every word of the great teacher

patiently he takes note of
the errors committed and corrects them

the teacher points out the room
for improvement and the true disciple enters the door of wisdom

he takes carefully each criticism
and creates what he thinks is more beautiful to the

heart and makes a record of what should
have been and ought to be

and then the right time comes for blooming
the true disciple unfolds his own creation like the petals of the lotus

at the middle of the murky pond and then finally
exudes his own perfection under the bright sheen of

the mighty sun of the new day smiling
more deserving now and as bright as ever diamond-like

another new spring rising higher than its source
the teacher by his side like the wind hushing

applauding and bowing before him
so pleased is his heart and then in a moment passing him by.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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