“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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