On the plane, this composition rolled out onto some paper:
A GURU IS OR WHAT TO EXPECT FROM A GURU
A guru is not a king
Perhaps the center of a ring
Moving on levels of dignity
Crowned by acts of humility
Apolitical in every sense of the word
Repeats what his ears have heard
And registers through what he’s seen
A guru’s life is thoroughly clean
He bonds with brothers
Cutting bondage from mundane others
Limiting a maya’s scope
Convinced of noose and rope
He walks the tight cord
Only kindness (love) he will hoard
Hard on his own person
Soft on the other garçon
To the gentle and fair gender
He believes “Protect and defend her”
No need to fear or fret
No need to shy from a threat
A guru sits on a scale
Of balance and parallel rails
Living a truth he dispenses
While controlling the raging senses
A guru is happy in his skin
Always looking within
Observing external turmoil
Drawing out all that’s royal
He’s a parrot, a swan, a lotus
A thunderbolt, a rock – you’ll notice
He teaches and reaches
Is rare among creatures
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