The Dream Master

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                                                               I

Only a good disciple is blessed with a good teacher.

A good teacher, in turn, creates a good disciple.

From a good disciple alone is a teacher born,

And only a good disciple becomes a teacher’s teacher.


Learning begins with humility and discipline,

Listening before speaking, serving before leading.

The disciple grows by honoring the path,

And the teacher grows by shaping that growth.


What the teacher gives is not knowledge alone,

But vision, values, and the courage to guide.

What the disciple receives is not words alone,

But the responsibility to carry them forward.


When learning ripens into understanding,

The disciple steps into the role of a teacher.

Yet the roots remain in obedience and respect,

For teaching is born from deep learning.


Above the teacher stands not power, but wisdom,

Earned through years of sincere discipleship.

Such a one teaches teachers themselves-

A master among teachers.




                                                        II

In silent halls where patience dwells,

A disciple's heart begins to swell,

Not by demand or whispered plea,

But by the worth they quietly see.


A teacher's call when readiness blooms,

When pride dissolves and quiet rooms,

Are filled with ears that long to hear,

The gentle whisper, calm and clear.


The first deep lesson softly taught,

Is reverence for knowledge sought,

For wisdom bows before a humble hand,

And silence bears more than words can stand.


From respect, tolerance takes root,

Embracing thoughts that differ, suit,

Expanding minds with truths unplanned,

Beyond the reach of mere command.


Humble hearts walk side by side,

With open hands and humble pride,

For those who kneel can rise with grace,

And earn the light they seek to face.


Kindness blooms in every deed,

A language born from thoughtful seed,

Not forced, but lived in acts of care,

A presence gentle, kind, and rare.


Love-the unseen foundation’s core,

Guides every lesson, opens door,

Where care is genuine and true,

And hearts are touched by what is due.


Thus, learners come to give anew,

Not just repeat what’s handed through,

But live the truths they find within,

And share the light they’ve caught from kin.


From such a disciple, teachers grow,

Not crowned by titles, praised or show,

But marked by depths that softly gleam,

Reflections of a sacred dream.


The teaching soul, so tested, wise,

Knows patience’s worth, and love’s surprise,

For knowledge falters, strength may wane,

When love is absent, dry and plain.


No guide is born who never learns,

No voice rings true who never yearns,

No leader stands who never bends,

Inside, where true humility mends.


Above all, a rarer form appears,

Shaped through years of listening ears,

A mind compassionate, warm, and clear,

Instills in others what is dear.


They teach by living, not by boast,

By silent acts that matter most,

Beyond the words that fade with time,

Their lives become the sacred rhyme.


They seek no crown, nor praise’s glow,

Their strength from service gently flows,

Their light remains in humble grace,

Unmarked by fleeting fame or place.


And wisdom flows from heart to heart,

Disciple, teacher, master’s part,

Till one who walks this sacred way,

Proves true in every step they sway.


A master among teachers, born of grace,

By love, humility, and care’s embrace,

Reaching heights where spirits soar,

The highest peak in learning’s lore.

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