The Guru

Her lineage is impeccable

But from whence has she come?..

She comes when you don’t want her
When you think you’re not ready


When you most need her.

She tolerates no lack of attention
She tolerates no lack of love

She sticks pins in your tender spots
To see if

“You’re done yet”

She never forgives


She never condemns

See her

Flowing robes
Outstretched arms
Piercing eyes
Pinioned wings

See her

Missing teeth
Limping gate
Rheumy eyes
Shopping cart and cardboard box

Feel her rage that is not hate
Feel her love that is not lust

Hold the warmth and delight
In her newborn skin
Hold her strength and wisdom
In the boles and gnarls and knots of her ancient-ness

Seek her out
Across miles of barren waste
In the steppes of the Himalayas

In aisle ‘B’
next to the baked goods

In the mirror



-Paul Reynolds
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Posted by | Paul Reynolds
Paul has been a yoga teacher on the Island of Kauai for many years and is the facilitator of the weekly Living the Question Blog - a repository of wisdom and inspiration. Paul also produces and hosts Le Guru is You Radio Show, showcasing everyday gurus.

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