Entering Sanctuary

Leaving the heat of the day,
I remove my shoes,
shed my clothes
and wash away the dust.
My student, as near to me as my own heart,
brings fresh garments,
and greets me with a kiss.
Together we go to meet the Murshid.
I kiss his hands and place my head on his feet,
he pulls me to my feet and embraces me.

I cannot be a student without being a teacher. The love my teacher, my Murshid, has is the same as I have for my student. My murid relies on me not for my words, but for my actions. I lead him to the basis or away from it in all I do. This is the true structure of brotherhood.