The Unequaled Disciple

On this solid rock, I will build my imposing edifice.

On the unshakable shoulders of this mighty soul, 

my imposing edifice will be erected.

On the shoulders of the unwavering defiance, 

in the face of the storms of doubt and uncertainty,

my words will be established.

In the very heart of this insightful intuition,

my words will resonate profoundly.

In this sharp and piercing mind, which is always able to see far beyond the mere face value of anything,

my words will settle into the warmth of a very attentive heart.

In this soulful, tender heart, my words will germinate abundantly.

They will sprout and produce joyful melodies into the hearts of the dejected ones.

They will grow like the upcoming spring's tender leaves,

and enshroud the confounded uncertain minds with the light of the guiding wisdom. 

The guiding wisdom that is deeply inherent in the essence of the life-giving words.

The life-giving words that will grow like the thick entangled branches,

into the hearts of the genuine lovers.

The thick entangled branches that will shelter the masses, crushed in soul, under their lush shade.

The lush shade that always offers asylum for the homeless and the outcast ones. 

The outcasts who do not belong to the deep-rooted darkness of this material world.

The darkness that will be crushed if it falls on that solid rock,

Or will be totally annihilated if my solid rock falls on it.