Before meeting You, Holy Master,

I was a drooping flower with a sad soul

But with Your Mercy You watered me

And I blossomed again,

felt the power of Love

You stroked my eyes blind of pain, envy and sorrow

And I saw You…

You were so beautiful, glittering like countless suns.

And with trembling knees

I fell down before Your lotus feet,

Embracing You with weeping eyes

What else could one do

When God is standing before one?

You whispered the secret of Heaven to me

And Your Divine voice dispersed the darkness

Even it took a bow before You,

before Kindness and Holiness

And aware that You have created all Buddhas, deities and gods,

I fell silent and stayed quietly with You

In dreams of other worlds…

Now, first Your name I call out,

before all other names,

And I promise to look for you in the endless blue sky!

 

For my one and only Master with love and respect. Krasimir