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Though I try to bow to him, He does not remain before me; As an object of my w…

Though I try to bow to him,
He does not remain before me;
As an object of my worship.

~~~

I built an altar out of straw;
but the wind blew it away.
So I bowed to the wind.

~~~

Not allowing any sense of difference to persist;
he demolishes the identity of a “disciple”;
and in the process demolishes the identity of a “Guru”.

~~~

Then I built an altar out of ice,
but the sun came out and melted it.
So I bowed to the sun.

~~~

How wonderful is his compassion;
He has manifested duality….in the form of Guru and disciple;
Where there is not even a place for one.

~~~

I built an altar out of sand;
but the tide came in and washed it away.
So I bowed to the ocean.

~~~

The words, “Guru” and “disciple”refer to but one;
The Guru alone exists, as both these forms.
Then who to teach, who to aid;
who to abet?

~~~

I built an altar with a mirror,
and all I saw was you;
so I bowed to the reflection.

~~~

The Guru……whose action-lessness is absolute;
Without any trace of activity;
is all there is.

~~~

All thoughts of an altar disappeared;
And I bowed for no reason.



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