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Apr142011

Nothing

In the first millennia the Guru was sitting on a wooden bench under a maple tree and waited for his girlfriend. When the girlfriend came the Guru welcomed his loved one with a thought and a deep penetrating insight. "Who are you?" asked the girl, and the Guru answered "I am the Guru". The girl stayed for a little longer and left, never to return. Thanks to his great wisdom the Guru knew that the girlfriend was afraid she would not be good enough for him.

And the Guru was sad.

For he was alone.

In the second millennia a Guru was conversing with a magician woman whom he recently had met. "I will teach you everything I know", promised a Guru. But alas, the beloved woman did not bother to stay and hurried to flee. Thanks to his great powers a Guru knew that the magician woman whom he loved so dearly was afraid that his knowledge would destroy her.

And a Guru was sad.

For he was alone.

Again.

In the third millennia nothing met a beautiful woman. "I am afraid", said the beautiful woman, and the nothing smiled. "What will happen with us?" asked the beautiful woman, and a nothing replied "Indeed, would you like to dance with me?" Nothing smelled the pretty woman's hair as it caressed his face while they were dancing close; nothing touched the graceful woman's soft figure while she leaned against him as they were moving; nothing remembered a bench, and a maple tree, a conversation and a Guru.

"Who are you?" asked the Guru.

Reader Comments (3)

Dear David,

Am I correct in interpreting this story as becoming detached in our experiences, and experiening without dualism and expectation?

Love and light.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011 at 00:29 | Unregistered CommenterLightheart
Hello friend,
Yes, indeed. The Guru learned to detach himself from any identity. Once he became nothing he became everything! And by that allowed life to bring him what his soul desired from the beginning.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011 at 16:33 | Registered CommenterDavid
I am a beautiful woman that knows the wonders of dancing with nothing. And even then there are the moments when tears flow and pain is felt but because of my experience of dancing with nothing I know how to dry those tears, listen to the heartbeat of nothing and rest in the eternity of its rythm. I am the bride.
Thursday, September 27, 2012 at 07:49 | Unregistered CommenterSharon

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