THE GIFT

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THE GIFT

If a guru offers you a gift 

Don't accept it

Unless you are prepared for everything to change

If your hands reach out and you accept the gift

The valuable, unique, mysterious gift

You naturally bring the gift back to your home

Set it down gently and reverently 

To admire it in its new location

Dazzling rainbow lights beam out from the gift

Filling your eyes with glory

Suddenly the room looks drab 

Your perspective changes, you instantly see

How much there is to be done

Who you need to be to own such a gift

Perhaps a guru someday, and you can give this gift

To some new unsuspecting soul who will be delighted 

At first

So stop and think before you accept the guru's gift

Because bit by bit, hour by hour

Everything will change, rise, unshackle itself

From the mundane world you see now.

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