Humbled, she sat at the feet of her teacher and she looked up.
Her eyes at his submission, filled with tears of passion.
His eyes had seen what she had not.
She turned her eyes to his aged feet and cradled them with her small hands.
His feet had been where hers had not.
"Teacher, what can you tell me from what your eyes have seen?"
"Teacher, what can you tell me from where your feet have been?"
"My dear child - You only know what your heart tells you.
Do not reason with this voice.
Instead, understand that your reasoning will not alter this voice.
Be at peace and incline your ear some more.
The echo's will bring understanding.
She took the key from his hand and unlocked the door.
The unknown path lay ahead.
"Let the unknown be moulded in your hands and have no fear"