I love to look at my teacher's face

I love to look at my teacher's face.
This is all that I want to say.

Wishing to know the meaning of om,
She explained it to me without asking.
Bordered by silence, sustained by the same,
It rises and sets with creation.

No student, no teacher,
Only truth in this place,
The water which quenches desire.

This compassionate knowledge
Installed in creation,
Which never arises without it.

One word says it all
For the seeker's delight,
And takes out the darkness which binds them.

I love to look at my teacher's face.
This is all that I want to say.