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Yesterday's Master
I was a student of the teacher,
Some would say master
And now the nurse is congratulating him
On reconquering how to tie his shoes
I sit in the corner,
Residence of an unmovable,
Uninspiring stained plad chair
Sinking in, like reality
As I ponder fate and cycles, between
Wondering the stories of the stains
Then I get to thinking,
As the master is practicing taking steps,
When he's on the other side of this phase
Should I take his class again?
And what happens, tell me,
When the teacher becomes the student
But the student is still a student, as well?
These are answers yesterday's master never told
Blessed to read this!
Blessed to read this! Learning is a lifetime process and when we stop learning we stop growing. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you very much. And amen
Thank you very much. And amen to your sentiments. Experience and information spur our existential photosynthesis.