Guru
He is wise, his eyes have seen it all
You cannot grasp the breadth
Of his understanding.
He is profound
Deep down his wisdom
Spans the aeons.
He is a master, He is a sage.
He is deep, but he is not impenetrable.
He will peel himself back
Sheet after sheet.
He is translucent
Each skin a statement.
You can see and smell and taste
Each layer, like a luscious onion.
Yes, indeed
He is truly both Sage and Onion.
Anyone for Stuffing?
Tony Lawlor
Tue 14th Jul 2009 19:47
You're my guru Dave, or should that be Guru Dev?
Love
Tony
I am reading only this week some more about Bhuddism by Ninian Smart in The Long Search.
Your poem is delightful, and I agree, quite in keeping with the humour I am sure is intrinsic to true 'enlightenment' reached via any process.
I wrote it for the Dalai Lama (not about him). Most Buddhists I 've met have a sense of humour, and some schools of Buddhism have a history of absurdism, irreverance, and jokiness.
<Deleted User> (5646)
Sun 5th Jul 2009 11:22
sorry Dave i hate stuffing, but i do have a taste for liver and onions..
and i do like your poem. Very succu-linct.
Janet.x
A skilful witty ditty Dave. I like it.
Spinach and ricotta.
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Dave Morgan
Thu 16th Jul 2009 14:21
Ha grasshopper, the guru's life was changed irrevocably the day his karma ran over his dogma
Nogram Veda