Valsa George


He, a seeker after Truth, set out
on an audacious journey
to see his old master

With a handful of blooms
he paused before the open door.

From deep meditation
the squatted figure, looked up.
In a trance, he saw the silhouette of a man.
On gazing intent, emerged distinct
his former disciple, left long ago
Seeing his hands laden with flowers,
the master smiled a coy smile.
In close surveillance, the penetrating eyes
gauged him through and through.
The master’s pursed lips opened ajar.
From him, arose a single word-

‘’ Drop”

Gentle but firm was its timbre.
He dropped the flowers, one by one.
In sterner voice, the master said,

‘’ Drop”

All at once, he let the remaining blooms
go off his clasp
and down they fell around his feet.

Folding empty hands, he stood,
waiting for the master’s behest
After an eerie silence,
once more came the hefty command-

‘’ Drop”

Stupefied, the disciple queried-
‘’ What more should I drop? “

Master's eyes emitted sparks!

‘’ Not the flowers, but your ego”-
Instant was his reply.

A spear stuck deep into his self.
As by a whirl wind, his body tottered.
He felt a deep twirl inside.
Unfastening the hinges
of the imperious shutters,
a boulder rolled down,
dropping to the ground with a thud.

Back home, the disciple walked,
the cloggy fog clearing from his head
and feeling weightless as a feather!

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Rookie - 220 Points Mike Barrett (12/18/2013 1:58:00 PM)

    That master was indeed a master! If you've read my bio you will have noted I'm an Eckist, an adherent of the Eckankar teachings. If interested you can check out the site. There one can read the quote of the day...those tidbits give an inkling of this path's beauty. Cheers! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 325 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (10/31/2013 3:32:00 AM)

    We try to bribe with flowers
    Flatter with short prayers
    And He who can see through our silly acts
    Yet forgives us treating us as errant brats.....

    not the flowers but your ego- fantastic sentence and a very good poem. Keep writing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 72 Points David Wood (10/19/2013 5:03:00 AM)

    We all get bogged down by the weight of life that sometimes we forget our own mortality. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,232 Points Patricia Grantham (10/18/2013 9:23:00 AM)

    Valsa you have wrote a very enlightening poem here. We all should
    inspect ourselves and get rid of some of the heavy baggage that we
    carry. Loads of ego, selfishness, jealousy, and a host of others burdens.
    Yes drop is the big word here. Makes for a better world to live in. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 83 Points Laurie X3 (10/18/2013 7:13:00 AM)

    Incredibly moving discernment of the teacher. We all need someone in our life like that who can see through us and lead us to needed change. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 69 Points Kavya . (10/18/2013 2:28:00 AM)

    if you drop your ego, you will feel your burdens as light as a feather.....a gud message Mam (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 446 Points Tribhawan Kaul (10/17/2013 12:09:00 PM)

    Nice poetic narration. Ego is the main reason of our problems and one who drops it, becomes a saint. Engrossing one. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 319 Points Om Chawla (10/17/2013 11:12:00 AM)

    A lovely narrative with a message; but I wonder if one can ever get rid of 'ego' at one command.
    I wish it were that simple. Very well written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 76 Points Danny Draper (10/17/2013 5:33:00 AM)

    This is very much a piece for gurus and their padawons. Sometimes I wonder if at its essence such relationships are just the young bothering to learn from the old whom are wise and intelligent having learnt from life and the collective former wisdoms over many generations and are calm and caring enough to share and can see a bigger picture away from ego and greed. Nicely written. (Report) Reply

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