poetry

Guruji, where are you now?

I am the air and the space in which the air moves.

I hold the birds in their flight

I caress your face as the wind

I cause each blade of grass to wave and each seed to sprout

I part the clouds

I am the sky

I let you feel the warmth of me through the rays of the sun

I let the rain fall through me

I am in each drop of rain

I allow the seasons to change seamlessly into each other

I fill your chest and flow through your blood

I enter every cell in your being

I am the pulse in your body and the beat of your heart

I am the one who is aware

I am the one who is aware of awareness

I am everything you see before you, have seen and will ever see.

I am none of this

I am All

(Vijay Shyam. June 2017, Chandrakhani)

Guru Is
Guru is the rhythm in my heart and the pause between the beats.
Guru is a second skin surrounding the mortal body.
Guru is each of my steps.
Guru is the winding path that takes me to his mountain abode.
Guru is the hand I take when my feet are sore.