FALLEN GURU by Freya Watson

I've long been fascinated by the role of the Guru in certain spiritual practices…

As I come from outside any eastern tradition. A few years ago, I found myself experiencing first-hand how intense and challenging that Guru-Disciple relationship can be, but also seeing the darker, shadow side of it.

This series of four poems are a reflection of both of those aspects – the incredible love that a Guru can inspire as well the confusion and regret felt by followers at times when they feel let down by their teacher.

The Guru

Surrender! you demanded -

And I struggled,

Wriggling against invisible confines;

Only to find the fire

You lit in my heart

Melted all boundaries.

Surrender what? To whom?

Lonely Guru

I saw the man -

Briefly,

Intensely,

Flashing through dark eyes;

A bolt of human longing,

So different to spirit’s flight.

Are you lonely, my love?

Have you glimpsed another way?

In which spirit and flesh can play?

Fallen Guru

And stumble from your pedestal you did,

As all around they stood aghast.

But how could you resist,

In your need,

The lavish, open, feast,

Spread before you

But not yours to eat?

So like a guilty schoolboy

You crept behind backs,

Tasting here and there,

Hoping the little misdemeanor

Would go unnoticed.

Until, standing back, you saw clear,

The full scale ravishment laid bare.

Fallen Guru 2

Oh my sweet lord!

Was love so hard to come by

That you stooped so low?

With dignity you could have asked, and got,

So much sweetness to hold.

Could you not trust?

Or was forbidden fruit your goal?

Freya Watson: Author, lover, mother, mystic... I have feet in so many worlds but see all of them as sacred and I have long had a fascination with plumbing the depths of love, life and relationships – and with seeing women live from a place of true inner empowerment. My books are on Amazon and I'm a regular contributor on Elephant Journal. I live and write in the peace of the Irish countryside, where I share space and time with three energetic daughters and my partner, though I consider myself a citizen of the world. Connect with me via my Facebook page.

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