Self Realizer
Where do they come from?
He decides to pay close attention To whatever arises And discovers an existential knot Or maybe a surprising insight. And then, he discovers another one. He continues to pay attention Discovering more insights and knots Until paying attention becomes a habit and a hobby. Paying attention, examining, investigating Inside the self, and outside in the world He discovers TEACHERS ALL OVER THE PLACE Inner Buddhas, Outer Buddhas Gurus living, dead and flying around Statues, Stupas, Prayer Flags, Scriptures Lamas, Geshes, Monks and Sanghas He discovers LESSONS EVERYWHERE. A foot, a car, a feeling, a choice, an ouch, a joy Sweet and mean people, family, friends, enemies, strangers Every breath and twinge contains a lesson. The act of paying attention is itself a treasury. I WANT A GURU! MY GURU! EVERYBODY ELSE HAS ONE! I want a living one, light as a feather, empty as space Innocent as a baby Humble as a grain of sand Delighting equally in disaster and success NOPE! No such teacher around here. I suppose I’m asking too much. And then I realize, I already have a guru. My guru is Clear-light itself How could it possibly be otherwise? If Clear-light is your guru do you seek other guidance? Or spend every moment And every bit of your energy and focus Learning from the never-ending challenges Shakyamuni’s Clear-light heaps in mountains upon your head. (The Guru is Empty The Student is Empty The Path is Empty)


thank you the reminder that only an empty cup has full capacity to receive