The Guru says:
sometimes all that glitters is broken glass
that most of what we are is empty space
yet sometimes we are filled
with hate or lust or fear
when we gasp for air it should be for love
that if we could find god
we would most likely not recognize him
but we know the devil each time we admit him
The guru says his path is not one we can follow
that we must find our own way
that where there is buckwheat there is bird droppings
and only a wise pecker would know the difference
poem by George Murdock
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