WHEN A GURU HAS A GARDEN

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WHEN A GURU HAS A GARDEN

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When a guru has a garden 

It is not what you might expect

No beds, no plantings, no weeding

Because the guru's garden is just whatever grows

Wild, uncontrolled, exuberant

The appearance of the garden is not the point

Food and herbs are not the point

Enjoyment of an observer is not the point

The point of the guru's garden is life

Joyful, struggling, chaotic untamed life

Happening all around the narrow path

The guru's reverent feet tread bare.

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