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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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 recognizing 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” stupified, the disciple queried- ‘’ what more should I drop? “ 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 gleefully walked, the clogged fog clearing from his head ego shorn, here now reborn in a state of divine transcendence feeling as weightless as a feather ~Placed First~ 8. Jan. 2022 This or That.Vol.9. Poetry Contest Sponsor- Edward Ibeh ~Placed Fifth~ In 'Ego Shorn, Here Now Reborn' Poetry Contest Sponsored by-Unseeking Seeker
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