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)