In the silence of the night
and through the darkness of despair,
I called out for a teacher,
I prayed that you were there.

I wanted to be just like them,
a rishi,
a sage,
writing poetry for God;
I wanted to be
a wise one.

Though my faith was shaken,
I remained undeterred.
The coming of the ego was
the making of the man.

I was bought to my knees.

Humbled.
Shattered.
Battered
Smashed.

I no longer doubt the strength in one's own being.
I don't doubt the love of one's own heart.

Some may call it a rebirth,
some may say born again.
Whatever the words,
the intent is clear.
For that I say:
Thank You.