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“A Student’s Prayer to the Teacher”

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Author: Jorge Ángel Livraga RizziFounder of the “New Acropolis” movement.
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Source: no-acropol.info

Teacher! Give me the Ideal to fight for. An Ideal for which I could not only die, but live. Teacher! Grant me a new name, and I will carry it through life. Teacher! Give me some of Your knowledge, so that I may scatter it, Like seeds of goodness into the open hearts of people.

Teacher, give a drop of Your understanding; by it, like a sea I will set sail and reach the shores of the Dream. Give me the spark of Your Faith; I will carry it in my palms across the world, igniting everything I meet along the way, until Darkness is turned into Light.

Teacher! Teach me that this world is straw, wood and decay. Not only will I fully understand this, but I will know it at the moment of the fire. Grant me Your understanding, but not the solution to my problems: Teach me to overcome them.

Show me Your strength, so that that which sleeps in me may awaken, And so that it may become a faithful companion of Yours on the Path of Eternal Ascent. And if one day I turn out to be weak and reach out my hand to You — Do not reject it; take it, squeeze so hard that I feel pain With my soul... And I will continue the Path and will not be alone...

Teacher! Give me a particle of Your Love. It will become leaven In the Bread of Kindness that grows in my heart. All this is so necessary to me! And now, in our World, where there are no enlightened Masters, Teacher, do not explain too much to me...

It was not I who chose You, but You who chose me — so become my Lord. I do not see humiliation in this for myself, and I sincerely need it, And grant me the opportunity to stand with You shoulder to shoulder in the battles.

And if You stumble along the path — lean on me, So that You do not touch the earth; in my dreams You are upright And unshakable, and Your gaze is turned to the Stars and the Sun.

When death comes to me — give me the certainty That life will not end there and will continue. And if You leave first and do not deem me worthy To become a sacrifice on the chosen Path — allow me to follow You.

Dispose of me, Teacher, in everything that You consider worthy. I will not retreat. I will not be afraid of dangers. I will always hear Your voice. I will not distort Your Teachings; I will be obedient in my heart And I will continue the work, Teacher, for You through this life And beyond — into Eternity...

I do not desire Heaven. Do not promise it to me. The only thing I want — Is to create a New, Better World, not for myself, but for my brothers — mankind, Who do not know the causes of their misfortunes, and why they are born into the Light, And why they die... And may they one day find what is in You, As I have found it...