When I bow
At the feet of your wisdom,
I imagine green leaves
Bursting from my head,
Wild hibiscus blossoms
Kissed by yellow butterflies;
My mother's lips murmur blessings
When your breath rustles the branches.
Pour all your light
Onto this sprout of knowledge
Pollinating itself.
You are its creator,
You give it life.
At the feet of your wisdom,
I imagine green leaves
Bursting from my head,
Wild hibiscus blossoms
Kissed by yellow butterflies;
My mother's lips murmur blessings
When your breath rustles the branches.
Pour all your light
Onto this sprout of knowledge
Pollinating itself.
You are its creator,
You give it life.
Lovely! Very few teachers are that lucky to get such floral compliments Abhi.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to tell you that I have many wonderful teachers. I've had inspiring teachers all my life. :)
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