Sitting on the chair, eyes straight forward,
Know-not what the
thought was or may be of lord,
Ajarn, with smile on
her face, came, me toward,
Standing and looking
around pointed her hand to the white board.
Shaking body with, i
kept my hand on my cheek.
When touch, i feel, i
am like a forest ascetic,
Though i am here, with
my thought, i am in the mountain peak,
Looking at me, Ajarn
smiled and said me make a mark thick.
Woke up i at once,
from the deepest thought,
Looked at the teachers
and what she taught,
Without understanding,
i open my mouth,
Kindly,
compassionately, but she shout,
"'' is your mind
here or there?''''''
Beside the words from
my eye came tear,
It coz of shy not coz of
fear,
Understanding the
facts, to the teacher, i determined to hear.
By Buddhi Chaudhary
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