The Great
Guru of Guru’s,
the wisest
of the wise,
the most knowledgeable
of
knowable knowledge,
sat atop a
snow swept
mountain.
The cold winds
blowing
through his long
scraggly
white beard and
wisps of
white hair remaining
on his head.
His eyes
were closed as he
breathed in
deeply and silently,
he exhaled
gently and slowly,
over and
over, he barely seemed
to move, as
if he was part of the
mountain
itself. He was one with it,
the snow, the winds,
rains,
rumbling of the mountain
when it
shuddered. He was the
image of
peacefulness and harmony.
The Great
Guru, arms and legs folded,
lotus
position, remained motionless as
a great
grunting rose from the temple
steps
leading up to the Guru. The grunting,
followed by
wheezing, coughing and cursing,
soon
revealed a raggedy man. Dirty, bruised,
battered and
unshaved. He fell at the feet of
the Guru,
after climbing the 1,000 steps to
the mountain
temple the Guru occupied in his
corporal
form.
“You’re
holiness, great Guru of the mountain,
I’ve come
again for your guidance,” said the dirty,
disheveled man.
The Guru
didn’t move from his breathing position.
“I gave up
all my worldly goods; I tried to treat each man
as my
brother, each woman my sister, I’ve loved
without
hesitation, I’ve fed the poor, tended to the
sick, kissed
my enemies and I meditate each day;
I’ve given
up meat, I’ve been beaten up, I’ve
made each
sunrise matter,” said the man.
The Guru still
with his eyes closed,
breathing
gently, remained silent.
“Yet, I’m
not happy. I’ve not attained
any enlightenment,
I’m just as miserable
and scared as
I was the last time I was here,
when I first
came to you for advice,” said the man.
He began to
sob into his hands and wail.
He cried and
moaned, hugged his shoulders
and rocked
back and forth, snot running
from his
nose.
The Guru
opened his eyes and looked at the man.
The Guru’s
face was calm and gentle.
“Did you
vote,” asked the Guru.
“Huh,” said
the man, wiping the tears from his cheeks.
“Did you
vote in the Presidential election,” asked
the Guru.
“Well, no. I
thought we were above such trivial things,”
said the
man.
“Oh, well, there’s
your problem,” said the Guru.