Monday, March 11, 2013

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“Teacher?” the disciple bowed.
“Yes son?” the master bowed back.
 “How do I defeat
my depression?”

“You don’t!”
“You will look into it,
long enough,
and there you’ll find splendour

No teacher 
said this. 
Nor a disciple
ever existed.

It was me -
my own inspirational master.
I was the disciple
who did listen and found beauty there.

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