My Gurus

I sit beside my Guru; with love her heart’s afire.
The wisdom shining from her eyes, to that I do aspire.
She holds the deepest wisdom and freely spreads it wide
while I bask in her shadow; a truly privileged ride.
She bore for me a ‘Wise Child’ – her mirror proud and strong;
child who’s learnt already how to dance to Gaia’s song.
So now I have two Guru’s; the big one and the small
and no excuse not to accept when wisdom comes to call.

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Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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